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The next day, we set off on a 3 day trek through the Southern Baliem valley. The tribes are still Dani with some Yali people, the huts still look like mushrooms, but the villages are bigger and surrounded by sweet potato fields. The mist and clouds hug the mountainsides, and little villages nestle on every available flat patch of land.
It’s hard work, but unbelievably rewarding. People trek for days, barefoot, to get from village to village. At times we join major thoroughfares of people transporting pigs, noodles and whatever else they need to live. At times we see no-one for hours except the occasional farmer up on a hillside.
The people are so welcoming. Shy, but welcoming. Everyone stops to shake hands with everyone else, ‘Wah’ is used as a common greeting. Long slow handshakes to get a feel of the stranger you are passing. Special people, in a special place.
It’s hard work, but unbelievably rewarding. People trek for days, barefoot, to get from village to village. At times we join major thoroughfares of people transporting pigs, noodles and whatever else they need to live. At times we see no-one for hours except the occasional farmer up on a hillside.
The people are so welcoming. Shy, but welcoming. Everyone stops to shake hands with everyone else, ‘Wah’ is used as a common greeting. Long slow handshakes to get a feel of the stranger you are passing. Special people, in a special place.
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