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243. House Gut We put on headlamps and, to the accompaniment of insects sounding like saw mills, we dragged ourselves up for nearly two hours in the darkness, then we spotted a house. We asked the guides if we perhaps could stay there, and the answer was "House no gut". Somehow we managed to climb for another hour and finally a house appeared where we could put up our tents. Some of us were so tired we had to push ourselves to eat. (Wande outpost, Gulf Province)

© 1999-2002  • Photo Nicklas Nordborg  • Text Peter Waller and Thomas Nilsson