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this one . A community had come together to farewell a loved one , amongst day-to-day life . Respectfully we watched from a distance and when the time felt right we slipped away without making a scene , we knew for the many other local onlookers we were an oddity , and we knew we couldn ’ t draw attention from what was being performed before us .
Serendipity fell over the scene as a village life extended from the latest high pass we ’ d taken on . Just after a few days the atmosphere felt so different , the landscapes , the dwellings , the people , everything felt vastly different , yet in linear distance we were no more than around sixty kilometres further on .
The pass seemed like a perfect place to check our maps and to gain a baring of where we were . With no plan and no destination , it seemed logical that occasionally we should check to see if we were headed in roughly the right direction .
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