Today's adventure required that we travel the day's final 12 miles on motorcycles to reach the remote 300-year-old village of Dongvaa. As far as any resident could recall, I was the first white-skinned visitor. So it was a big deal to them. When our team arrived at the village entrance, about three hundred people, dressed in their finest, were lined up to welcome me and shake my hand. But first, the village headman lead everyone in a prayer of thanksgiving, and a local church choir sang a hymn. Then I shook 300 hands, the children being last of all, who were lined up by their height.