Carrying the rush mats in, after drying the rice
Trip Start
Sep 22, 1990
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Trip End
Nov 22, 1990
We sat down on a rock to rest , having cycled up a huge hill, and woven our way through small villages made from wooden houses on stilts, very enchanting, with the sun shining and goldenfields of drying rice around. The mainland china, with people all dressed in blue, suddenly vanished as we seemed to enter a different world. Minority tribes, counted a chines citizens but obvious cultural differences. These people were more similar to the Thai


