As I walked into the village, most eyes were on me.
The streets were mostly empty.
Kids came running but stopped at a distance, afraid to approach me.
Perhaps the only church in the village.
I knocked on this house for water. I got more than I asked- a cup of tea.
The sun is the primary source energy at Phura and villages beyond.
Nice courtyard but very dirty.
The lonely road to Bymari.
On the way to Bymari from Tongkolong, I met a man with a head load of bamboos, a group of villagers on foot traveling to Tongkolong and patches of slashed forest for cultivation. Not a single automobile.
It was just me and nature for the most part.