Every day rice
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Saturday, March 3, 2012
How I lived in Nagaland.
A trip to Indian part of Nagaland.
I arrived Khonoma village in a taxi van.
I found a cosy accomodation run by one grandma.
Grandma cooked for me rice, vagetables and meat.
The rice came from the village and was organic as well as beans and pumpkin. Delicious simple food.
I slept on the first floor in a spacious room with hardwood floor and a balcony.
The day began with coffee.
The magnificent view from my balcony encouraged to explore the next villages hidden behind the hills with rice terraces.
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