yet again ... getting lost ... then enjoying self-discovery ...

Day Seventeen is about homes and traps I wake up in yet another house. After kua we move to interact with people in the village. I recall staring at this for long I see a volley-ball match in progress, broom-grass being dried, girls going to fetch water, people looking with amusement at me and more. We meet a couple of young men. They are eager to chat with Ja - I refrain from interfering. Next I see papaya orchards. They are as much of a surprise as was the carefully laid orange orchard I saw yesterday. This is followed by a homestead with tidily laid out cauliflower. Some of the houses have bamboo placed to ensure that the doors remain shut. There are some goats too besides the pigs and chicken and they make their presence felt on the dusty roads of a late winter morning. I am told that cows do not survive in the village despite bring present in nearby areas. People here do not milk cows, buffaloes and goats. They are either for help with cultivation or food on table. ...

We used to have discussion on this term; removal from habitat would have within its ambit species hunted, trapped as also those kept as pets! " First slide of the PPT has to be attention-grabbing "  I begin this post recalling the above piece of advise from a close friend ( though not quite on lines of hunting / pets ): This was on way to Phura (near Palak Dil ). Just as we had begun to feel pleased that the 8 – 10 hour pick-up ride ( during which we used to stand, sit or lie on rice-filled sacks ) was coming to an end I came across this. I initially thought I was imagining on account of an extra-bumpy ride and then somehow banged the pick-up ( sign for the driver to halt! ). Its size made the otherwise questioning me go into a stunned silence. This was on way to Tlangkawn ( road towards KVK ). As I took rest, near a turn, I saw a young boy with a bag and gun that belied his size. I shared water and showed him the binoculars and camera, I then ca...