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Chapter One. The Naga Hills |
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road up to the Naga frontier through Assam |
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It was a narrow but very good road which led for the next few miles through a friendly meadowland with patches of light wood and the thatched huts of Assamese peasants. The sky was cloudy and the air cool. Despite palm trees and bananas I felt almost like in some Alpine valley, so homely appeared the fresh green grass and the peacefully grazing cattle. It was not long before we came to the road barrier where all travellers must show their passes. Here ran the frontier dividing the plains of Assam from the country of the Naga tribes, which no stranger, European or Indian, could enter without special permission. |
