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| At the end of their lives, these flying ants come out of their ant hills, fly around like crazy for a few hours and die. They are then swept up, dried in the sun and made into a paste...we were so fortunate to be eating dinner deep in the village the night after one of these ant invasions and had the pleasure of tasting this "White Ant Paste" yummy... |
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| Shoe shopping |
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| Local brew |
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| Village children |
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| Yes, that is a live pig strapped to the back of a bicycle. |
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