Gentle Reader,
After many, many hours bumpily riding along pretend roads (I held white-knuckled onto the armrest so that I would not be bashed from side to side in the van) we arrived in thee ancient Dong Village. We first discovered a young girl happily swinging from a tree swing, then a group of boys investigaing a rather large spider. Later, we observed a young boy having his hair cut with a cleaver sort of device. Our assumption was that young boys are brought up the hill path on a regular basis to demonstrate this traditional way of barbershop moment for tourists...
