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Published: March 13th 2007
Dusk is falling in the mountains. It's 5pm. The sky turns a dusty rose while the sun looms as a bright orange ball just above the peaks. Sows trot along in the ditch with piglets running closely behind. Children are riding water buffalo or towing horses home from pasture. Women trudge up the hills with woven bamboo baskets full of sticks for firewood. They are all wearing traditional clothes...
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Tahna
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What a great trip you guys are on - I'm thoroughly enjoying the narration. Lots of fun experiences!