The Treasure of Dolinggame
March 17, 2009
IT’S the middle of the day. The sun is directly overhead, hot and uncomfortable. I wipe the sweat from my face. I’m 1800 meters above sea level, and I’ve just hiked 2 kilometers up an impossibly steep path. I pause to catch my breath, but then I hear singing coming from the hill up above and feel a tinge of excitement. I walk on. Soon a group of women from the village approach me, dressed in traditional outfits. They put a handmade necklace
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