On the field trip to Saipet, India, in January, I met Manikin.
I’m afraid I don’t know how to spell his name. He spoke hardly any English but he gave us a great welcome to the village.
When we sat on the blankets to hear about the Deccani sheep and the village’s way of life, Manikin insisted that I pass round a piece of paper to gather everyone’s name for him.
I then asked him to write down his name, and this is what he wrote.
I am told that this is his name and his house number – 5. He then took me to his house and introduced me to his relatives.
, waking them from their siesta, which I thought was a bit tough.
It was a great visit, and Manikin provided extra local colour.
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