We were actually visiting two villages. One, the Chiawa Cultural Village, is part of an effort to demonstrate and preserve aspects of traditional Goba village life. There's a museum, a curio shop where most of the proceeds go back to the artisans, performances of traditional dances and games and rituals.
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First, though, we visited the village down the road, a village where people actually live now. Children started to follow us around, at first a few, then a few more, then dozens. They grabbed our hands while we walked, and begged to have their pictures taken so they could admire their digital faces.
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