Where ever we walked, even when I couldnt imagine that people could pass through or even live in such remote places, then someone would come along and disappear as quickly as they came. Often carrying things like sacks of grain or massive piles of wood in baskets off their backs, and well into their old age, I never ceased to be amazed.
We managed to pass through one village as school was coming out for the day and children joined us as we made our way along the hill pathways. Practicising their English, and my Nepali, but mostly with Bishnu's translation, they made for excellent travel companions.
The small village and bus stop where we spent the night in a local tavern. Three meals, accommodation and drinks came to a total of R54.
The Seti (white) River flowed past and to the edges were natural hot springs that people from the village and across the hills would come down to each evening for a hot bath. With much curiosity from their side, I joined in, but no photos were taken!
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