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Chapter Thirteen. The Camp On a Peak |
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camp at Chentang in Chang country |
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That day, keeping on the border of Yimsungr country, we turned north-east, and camped at the Chang village of Chentang. As long as we marched through the country without incident, our days were much the same, for, starting at about eight in the (118) morning, we would march until midday, when we would rest for a short while, and munch our sandwiches, and perhaps one of the dobashi would produce rice-beer, which in some miraculous way they always seemed to carry with them. Indeed, we had a joke that Nakhu, our head dobashi, would be able to produce rice-beer even in the middle of the Sahara. And then we would go on through the afternoon, and finally come into camp about three o'clock, thus leaving enough time to build a palisade before dark. |
