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And today , here , it 's high summer : Ian is sitting in the garden , man and his laptop , with birds chattering in the trees in front and a sheep gently complaining in the paddock behind , a sleepy-eyed cockerel , jet-lagged or otherwise time-challenged , in the distance . We visited people 's houses with scrupulously clean loos ( Indian-style squatters ) but no paper . Great fun , with traditional Indian dancing , including the kids ' " chicken dance , " fabulous costumes , drumming , and all the excitement of the rodeo - - broncs and stuff . You don wetsuit , helmet and head-torch , and head underground with an inner tube , clambering down a pothole ( " tomo " = hole ) and ending up in a stream ( " wai " = water ) , jumping down small waterfalls in pitchy blackness and finally floating down a broad underground river gazing at glow-worms far overhead , like stars in a moonless night sky . They did n't really fell the trees , they dismantled them limb by limb . In honour of the occasion we received the " honeymoon bunkhouse " and awoke to look over horses peacefully grazing in an avenue of trees leading towards a ridge of high mountains behind .