Montangard Village

We visited this and another village during Christmas of '66 to deliver gifts.

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The Village Chief

We were told that he was the head man for the village.

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Drinking Pol

We were invited to share their "pol" which, if memory serves, was a fermented rice concoction in a huge crock. Sips were taken through 2-3 foot long straws. It was considered bad form to only have a little. Negotiating the notched log entry/exit was a challenge.

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Villagers

Bob Kirkwood on the left, our guide, and 2 veterans. The fellow on the far right pulled up his shirt to proudly display numerous scars.

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On the way to market

This attire was not unusual.

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Mamasan

Picture was taken from the front gate of the Darlac. I expect the nearest village was several miles away. She has just left the central market a few blocks away and is loaded up.

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Not an Uncommon Site

More interesting attire.

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