That night, the chief shares with me the history of his village, and shows some artifacts that have survived the homogenization imposed by the military junta. He shares things like bowls used for making offerings to spirits, traditional clothing, and even spears and shields. Over dinner we talk about his village, from the good crops this year to his empty schoolhouse. The conversation is much deeper than I had expected for such a short visit, but he says he was happy to have a foreigner take interest in his people. As we leave, he invites me to visit again. I have already made that decision. I will return to this village.