It begins with a sickening snap. The Mud Men of Pogla emerge to no music, moving like mechanical marionettes: juddering, shuddering, dancing. Their huge heads, like their skin, have been painted deathly white. Theirs is a dreadful spectacle. While some hold spears, others have wicked-looking bamboo talons which they crack..
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Sure Peter, fire away.
Please could you let me know if you would be prepared to answer a question I have about your article yesterday in the Travel section
A big thank you for writing this. For so many months now, I haven't had a lot of things to say yes to either and […]