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walking through Wakching fields , a rest |
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When we have reached the first fields of Wakching which does not mean that the village is close they fetch me a cucumber as refreshment and Chinyang rushes to a taro field and with taro leaves he makes a rain shield for my knapsack which he is carrying. Here huge taro plants stand in the middle of the rice fields, sometimes so close that one wonders how the rice can grow. Again we have rested and already it is almost night. Lightening brightens up the landscape momentarily but no rain falls. Then my friends suggest a rest in one of the field huts and to drink some tea. Apparently they see that I will not get up the mountain to Wakching unless I have a proper rest so we go to the field hut. I fall down upon the only mat and remain stretched out. My sunburn burns like fire. The others start a fire and make the tea. When it is ready I drink some too. It is black and indescribably bitter but today it feels good. Again my friends find excuses for me. (22) Yonan says that this has happened to him once too, that when you get that tired you are like dead. In the meantime my paniwala and the little Chinyang have cut and split bamboo and now make torches from it. |
