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This morning it looked as though finally the weather would turn for the better. The white early morning fog soon separated and while it still filled the entire valley between Wangla and Oting we had sunshine and blue sky up on the heights. The happiness did not last long though and on the entire march to Oting the sun was hidden from us behind a uniform whitish-grey fog bank except for a few moments. (104) Two small rivers flow through the wide valley between the two villages and the flat island which they embrace belongs half to Wangla, half to Oting. |
