Amze (the local rice bread) for breakfast.. Getting set to see the village in daylight. Love the kitchen – the way it fits in as the community place for everyone to sit around the fire (including the pets). Found it hard to keep pace with the 85 year old to climb the Jina and Etibin tower. The story goes that Jina and Etinin ( much like Romeo and Juliet) loved each other but the families did not approve. Having been disallowed to be together, they died a tragic death. Yearly, the village lights a fire on each of the two highest towers and lets the smoke mingle, hoping that it would make their souls meet…

We see a Morung for the first time.. A place where young boys studied – the first educational institute. It was more like a learning centre before schools came. A boys dormitory and a place where slain heads were stored. Most villages in Nagaland still have Morungs and elaborate gates at entrances.
Some great lunch at Amins and then off to Aizuto.