I get picked up at 2pm on Sunday (after church) and behold my ride into the wilderness, a tricked out 4x4 Mitsubishi pickup truck which came with a driver and driver’s assistant. With my guide, Rudie, that makes four of us..a bit more crowded than I anticipated. However, I was soon to be VERY thankful for an experienced driver behind the wheel. The road to Klasuat..well..sucks. It’s a rutted out dirt road that gets extremely muddy and slick when it rains, which is…always!
A couple of shots of the village:
I stayed in the second home on the right. My hosts, Barry and Rachel cleared the living room floor for Rudie and I to sleep on a mat and I was able to set up my mosquito net. I likened the experience to backwoods camping…with a tin roof over your head. Here’s a shot of the village church:
This is Lawrence, the head of the village, and his three children:
The hospitality of the village was incredible. They cooked up vegetables and rice for our meals, guided us to the birds and were just generally nice company.