Life in the Gorges
Cruising through the Gorges, I very much had a feeling of the age of the landscape and of human habitation there. Also of the relative poverty of the region. So often, we passed imposing cliffs with one or two small shacks somehow wedged into the slopes, with terraces of fields somehow carved out as well. In one of these shots, you’ll see a house up on the hill and a boat at the bottom…obviously the way this family gets its produce to market, I’m guessing. We saw little water taxis picking folks up from the bottoms of their slopes, and carrying them across the river for work or for shopping. And all of this in a region of virtually endlessly steep cliffs with few roads and little means of travel other than the river, really. Quite amazing, in some ways.