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Chapter Ten. Paradise in the Jungle |
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through the forest to Oting |
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(89) Dense virgin forest covered the low saddle between Punkhung and Oting, the home village of Chingai, where I had decided to spend the next few days. After months in the higher hills, I revelled in the hot, crowded forest, with its hundreds of voices, which remained ever invisible and ever mysterious. I was conscious of life teaming round me, and yet, when I stayed my step and peered among the branches no leaf moved and only the isolated shafts of sunlight slanting through the foliage painted an emerald mosaic on the green of the forest floor. |
