I let Kun guide me across the small clearing to one of the larger huts, our silent escort trailing close behind with a hand resting on the curved blade at his hip. The makeshift dwelling was simple but surprisingly sturdy - woven walls of bamboo and dried grasses over a raised slatted floor, with a thatched roof providing shelter from the elements.
As we ducked through the low entrance, I saw it contained just a few rudimentary furnishings - a couple of tightly-woven mats on the floor that must serve as beds, a tiny fire pit in the center with an opening at the top for smoke, and some basic cooking and water supplies arranged neatly nearby.
"Make yourself comfortable," Kun said, motioning to one of the mats. "I'll see about getting us something to eat and drink."
I settled down with my
