It was great to have a few days on my own to reflect a little on what I have seen. And to be honest, I didn't think very much at all. I just walked. And walked. And walked. And then I cried.
Ooft. Looking at the valley in front of me, the brutality and beauty of it all washed over me like a wave. I cried big fat hot tears.
But! So much life and death and laughter and pain – so much beauty and brutality? Well. Sometimes it is true. You just have to let yourself cry.
And today...watching Pallapupas in action...I cried tears of laughter. Nearly all morning. No exaggeration. These guys are wonderful. More tomorrow!