We ventured up North to Mae Salong, perhaps the most beautiful place we have seen thus far. The endless hills were filled with rice paddies, corn and coffee beans. Farmers were working on vertical hills with apparent ease, carrying bags full of freshly picked produce to their houses. Along the roads, hundreds of peanuts were dumped on a towel, perhaps drying out, perhaps something else. Ears of corn could also be seen left out in the sun to dry and later be used for the chickens. Wanting to visit some hill tribes but not wanting to appear as gawking tourists, David and I set off for a walk. We wandered up and down hills for nearly three hours and seven or eight miles, wandering into some tribes along the way, but mostly seeing the agriculture
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