Fun on the hill
Nov 01, 2009
Five sunny hours had already passed since they stepped out of the van. They’d come past a river, many villages and hundreds of eyes gazing at the strangers. A hill climbed up and down, another turned around its waist, another up again. All of them were terraced with various crops: rice in the foothills, maize, millet, even ginger, chilly and tomato as they climbed further up