So I headed off to the viewpoint, down the mucky reeds in the village and up the side of the hill. I found the viewpoint and he was right, best view of the valley I got on the trip. I took my photos, and then so another potential viewpoint ahead. I was rather enjoying going at my own quick pace so I walked along for some distance, by a couple of the old men with kotekas (and while it did cover their member, that's all it covered). One such man was working his field and a few were just walking along the path. Only old men do it, so it is a traditional dying out. Within 10 years I suspect it will be nothing but a memory.
I managed to get out to the 'viewpoint' but most of the view was blocked by one
hill or another. You could see snippets of the river down below but not much.
Nonetheless I enjoyed just doing something that didn't take an excessive time.
(granted it did take about 1.5 hours).
I got back to the Kuring village and sat there eating lunch and taking a chunk out of my water. I bought a decorated koteka (I was assured it was unused) from a local man as well as a bamboo knife.
Ralf Kreuze
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continued) I got back to the Kuring village and sat there eating lunch and taking a chunk out of my water. I bought a decorated koteka (I was assured it was unused) from a local man as well as a bamboo knife.
Ralf Kreuze
