In the
morning, Penius cooked fried rice and shortly after we took off. This time it
was much more slippery from the rain. The soil here is largely clay with a thin
topsoil that is easily washed away if exposed (aka a trail). We clambered up
the path to the main trail and then we were on our way. Penius forgot the eggs
so he headed back while I walked ahead. I got out to a nice viewpoint with a
breeze while I waited as locals passed me by as they headed to and fro.
One person was a bit of a strange sight. It was a old man who was naked except
for his koteka (think penis sheath), except he was also a dwarf. By this time,
Penius caught up and we walked along. Eventually we came to a village called
Kuring (I think). Penius told me there was a beautiful view up ahead but that
our destination was to go down to the river.
Ralf Kreuze
(to be
continued) Ralf Kreuze
