My first visit to the Philippines. In Ifugao, the northern part of Luzon Island.
The old lady next to me seems to welcome us in her best dress.
On my left are P2 member Ms Yamanaka and Chief Secretary Mr. Takenaka.
This peaceful scenery is that of the re-settlement area of indigenious Aetas, who was ousted their place by Mt.Pinatubo eruption in 1990.
Born hunters, the Aetas have hard times settling down in farm villages.
They often go back to their original residences, which now lie deep down below ashes.
Aeta kids. We seldom see this kind of smiles in modern Japanese cities.
This photo was taken by an Aeta kid, who had never operated a camera. That's why only half of my face appears.
At an remote Indian village. At the center is Ms Yamanaka, an executive member of P2.
The temperature was 50 degree centigrade, I heard. I was not there. I was sick in bed at a hotel, because of having eaten too much curry.
At the office of Mahila Milan, a people's organization in a scattered area in Bombay.
They have a lot of projects to improve their situation, including the savings program to build their own houses.
The curry was really delicious. I love Indian food.
Inside a slum house of a member of Mahila Milan. Some of our tour members said they were miserable, I thought they lived rather happily.
You can see their pride in shining pots and pans.
A prostitute area faces squatters' residences on a street.It will soon be their business hour.
Not like in Thailand and in the Philippines, their customers are usually domestic Indians.
At the street corner in Yog Jakarta in Indonesia. The pointing fruit is a dorian (spelling uncertain), strangely smelling fruit.
You eat the fruit right on the spot. My Indonesian friend, to whom I said I liked it, insisted on eating more and more. I became kind of sick here again.
In Bali island. Here again, the kids smiles lively.
They hold out yams to show me.
They had never seen foreigners before, they said.
We found Bali was not entirely a tourist island.
They are struggling to live on sustainable farming.
In a suburban village near Yog Jakarta. She lives in the village where Bina Swadaya is trying a batik - traditional cloth - produce project.
In front of us, the village mayor was giving a speech, though I was attracted to this side.
She later welcomed us as a salesclerk at a direct shopping store in the village.
