Today we hiked in to see the gorillas. We went by many people farming. On the way we drove by thousands of terraced fields. Mountains are made into a series of horizontal planes for farm fields. For miles and miles, mountain after mountain, fields are cut out of the steep sides. Every tree cut down and every stump cut out by hand. Every scrap of wood used for cooking.
The farmers (men, women, children, women with babies on their backs) all use this sort of heavy hoe. Every field is tilled by hand. The work looks back breaking. It looks unending. But the people are patient and resigned. They do what needs to be done. What else can they do?
The farmers (men, women, children, women with babies on their backs) all use this sort of heavy hoe. Every field is tilled by hand. The work looks back breaking. It looks unending. But the people are patient and resigned. They do what needs to be done. What else can they do?
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