Our journey started out with a change of plans. We had initially intended to return to a previously visited village so that we could bring them some pictures we had taken, but sometimes I am a little absent minded, and I forget to bring the pictures. Minus pictures, we opted to just walk until we found an interesting place to stop. Coming to a fork in the road, we wondered which way we should go, and a motorcyclist came and gave us a good enough answer.
Taking the highroad, we ventured on and met some Bunu people along the gravel path. A little farther along we saw a village in the valley below us, and though we wanted to pay the people a visit, we felt it was a little early to stop, so we continued on. In our continuing on, we saw more valleys with houses in them, but we could not figure out how you were supposed to get to them, so we kept walking. Then, in the shadow of the mountain, I saw a stone stairway winding through terraces of planted vegetables, leading to someplace mysterious. While wondering whether we should ascend, another motorcyclist stopped and told us there was a village at the end of the trail. His answer was good enough for us, so we began our first climb of many.
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