November 23: Today, we really got to see what the Bokong river is made of. Gin clear, stunningly beautiful and absolutely packed with big yellows. Surrounded by tall green mountains, with horses, cows, donkeys and sheep grazing in the steep slopes. Lots of wild birds. Locals going about their business at a leisurely pace. Not a single engine to be heard anywhere. We all caught more than plenty of yellows on dry flies - big and beautiful fish that fought with true grit.
In the afternoon, we asked Martin and David, our new friends from the local village, if they could show us some of their traditional music. They brought a couple of friends along and played a weird and wonderful local string instrument while singing and dancing. The music seemed to come straight from the earth. After a while, they urged us to join in on the fun. Stiff white guys doing their best.
