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(74) Thalon. Dec. 4th. 11 miles. |
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Locals swarmed round basha rails like crowd round lion's cage and watched us breakfast. Disliked them more than ever. Much giggling, and unpleasant atmosphere after pagan villages. Nasty unco-operative feel about them. Headman not a bad chap. Got off with cameras and tiffin, marched down short cut to road, across valley, and up tremendous hill beyond, zig-zagging on and up for miles, past big landslips and many huge trees swept down. At long, long last reached reception committee of one zu-nosed Kuki with bottle of the usual, and eventually came to graves on hill-crest and hospital and bungalow-basha. |
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Magnificent views all round. "Crater" cliffs now N.E. of us across valley. Decidedly windy place. Cow-bells, christians and views very like the valleys behind Montreux and Clarens. The forested ones, I mean. All very Swiss, even to the houses, like Katcha chalets. Went out and photographed chief's grave. |
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Mail from Imphal. 2 letters from Humps, 1 from A & N Co., 1 from Cooks, 1 from Ross, 1 from Joanne Lindsay-Smith. None from Mummy, or Dunc. |
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Locals, christian, impudent and giggly, but there is large hairy village about somewhere near. |
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Interesting graves with christian inscriptions and highly pagan pillars and skull-posts attached. |
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Peter ate papaia at tiffin. |
