On my last day staying in this historical "living village" my curiosity over came me and as I looked up at these rocks in the hillsides. So i spent the better part of the morning climbing around until I found one that I could get close enough to see what they were. As my feet carried me closer their came a point at which they stopped on their own accord. It was at the same moment that I realized it was not just rock but someones final resting place. I felt like an intruder and wanted to retreat without further disturbing the people whom I was staying with.
Random dried fruit picture. I loved the fruit before they dried it, but once they let it sit outside in the sun and sprinkled salt on it I found them revolting.
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