Thursday, September 13, 2012

Day Forty-Nine


I traveled east for over an hour, to visit a village where I could hear people speak the language I had been trying to learn.  There were thatched wooden houses on stilts, dusty yards, and large trees.  

People cooked, cleaned, or worked in their fields.  I sat in a hammock most of the time to watch and listen, and keep out of the way.


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