I was one of the many witnesses of a funeral ceremony in one village in West Sumba. At noon I went to the river looking for a cool breeze. The boys from nearby villages had already bathed in the water.
This entry was posted on June 3, 2011 by Tribudragon. It was filed under Asia, Indonesia, Sumba and was tagged with river, Sumba, travel, water.
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