Walking the HILLS
Jul 29, 2020
3 minutes
WORDS: TANYA PEAREY.
I’m sitting on a rock trying to take it all in. To my left – the cascading green steps of abundant rice terraces, against a clear blue sky. To my right – mist and cloud tumble over rugged peaks and into the valley and the sprawling hillside village below.
A few yards in front of me wallow three large buffalo, squashed together in a muddy puddle. Next to them, rice
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