This is why I went down there: observe sampling methods to make sure results are up to par. There is a guy down there...
This is about the deepest I was allowed to go. Those footholds were not engineered for my Canadian girth.
This guy did not have a bottle so he improvised one. He got water from a nearby stream and I can tell you he spent 1 minute looking for crawlies before taking his first sip.
The typical agriculture in the area consists of cutting and burning the forest (bamboo and palm) then planting rice just before the rainy season.
This is the camp where I stayed. I kept joking that the fence was meant to keep zombies out because there are no big animals here.
The view out my window. I was astonished to see the people transporting goods in traditional Red River Carts pulled by a Zebu, wooden wheels and all. These were used in 1800s by settlers in western Canada. You cant argue with good design.