All language subtitles for Wild Shepherdess with Kate Humble 1of3 Afghanistan

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'In the most remote places
on Earth,

'people depend on their animals
for survival.

'A few years ago, I moved to
a farm in the Welsh hills.

'I've become fascinated by the bond
between shepherd and flock.

'Now, I'm going to explore this
relationship's ancient origins.'

I could have been standing here
500 years ago

and witnessed exactly that
same scene.

'And I want to look at
the future of herding.'

There is sex going on
in every direction.

Have I just made a sheep?

'My journey begins in the mountains
of Afghanistan.'

The air has a real biting chill
to it.

'The shepherds here live as they
have done for a thousand years.'

They're such a smooth ride.

They seem to have built-in
shock absorbers.

It is an exhausting way of life
and it's very cold

and I would do almost anything
for a hot bath.

The admiration that I have for these
people really knows no bounds.

'I want to look back in time, to
experience an ancient way of life,

'and see if it still has a place
in the 21st century.'

'I'm in transit,
heading to the airport

'and driving along one of the most
dangerous roads in the world.

'Three days ago, a suicide bomber
killed 12 ex-pat workers

'a couple of miles from here.

'Kabul is a city on the edge.'

This is the riskiest thing,
probably, that we're doing

on our whole three-week trip.

You're told all the things
to look out for

and all the things not to do
and, erm...

but once you're here,
you still feel slightly helpless

even though you've put everything
in place

to try and make sure that things
are safe.

'Being here is really unnerving,
but I have to pass through Kabul

'to get to some of the most
traditional shepherds on Earth.'

We're now entering the airport
complex, by the looks of things,

and, erm, you can see, maybe,
that it's bristling with security.

But, cars piled up in one place,
does that make us a target?

You just don't know.

'After five security checks,
we finally get to our charter plane.

'That's the most stressful part
of the journey over,

'but it's going to take me
two more days

'to get to the shepherds
I want to live with.'

We're going to fly 250 kilometres
north-east to the Wakhan Corridor.

By all accounts, it's a spectacular
flight through the mountains

and it's going to take us
to one of the most remote

and unexplored regions
of Afghanistan.

'This rugged land is one of
the last places in the world

'where you can find truly
traditional shepherds

'whose way of life goes back
to ancient times.'

When you look across at all this
incredible natural beauty,

it's hard to think that when
you say the word "Afghanistan"

to almost anybody, all they think
about is war and strife and terror,

and yet...from here,

it just looks like a place
of indescribable mountainous beauty.

'We're flying across
the western edge of the Himalayas,

'heading towards
the Wakhan Corridor,

'home of the Wakhi shepherds.

'This narrow slither
of mountainous Afghani territory

'is a legacy of 19th century
imperial rivalry.

'Britain and Russia declared that
their empires must never meet

'and so the Wakhan Corridor was
created as a neutral buffer zone

'between what is now Tajikistan
and Pakistan.'

We are literally, apparently,
somewhere near the airstrip.

I can't see it. All I can see
is rocks and mountains

and this crazy landscape.

Oh, my God!

And we're on the ground.

Wow. We're in the Wakhan...

..and there's even
a welcoming party.

Do you want to take it?

Salaam. Salaam.

Salaam alaikum.

Salaam alaikum.

'This region is so remote, it was
never captured by the Taliban.

'There are no soldiers here,
no guns.

'This feels like a completely
different country -

'a different world to Kabul.'

It's ready? OK. Well, I'm ready.

Let's go.

This man, his name?

Shambey? Shambey.

Shambey. Ah, Shambey.

'We drive up the Wakhan Valley,
passing donkeys and cows.

'But, as yet, there's no sign
of any sheep or any shepherds.

'We're now 3,000 metres
above sea level.

'It feels like the roof
of the world.'

The air is clear and crisp and sharp

and a landscape that just takes
your breath away.

You don't really think there are
places like this left in the world.

Down in the valley here is the
heartland of the Wakhan communities

but no sign of the sheep that
basically allow these people

to survive in a spectacular but,
nonetheless, harsh environment.

So where are those sheep?

Well, in the summer,
they're driven up, staggeringly,

over those mountains into
what is called the Big Pamir -

these huge valleys.

To go and find the Wakhan shepherds,
I've got to go there too.

'The Wakhi have lived in this valley
for 2,500 years or more.

'Wheat is the staple crop
and mid-September is harvest time.

'It feels like I've stepped
into the Middle Ages.

'The valley is only
a few miles wide.

'There's no room to graze sheep
as well as grow crops

'so, earlier in the summer,
the Wakhi divided into two teams.

'Some stayed down here
in their villages to farm,

'while others went up to
the mountain pastures to herd.

'It's a tough, 20-mile trek
up to the shepherds.

'The film crew and I are not exactly
travelling light

'so we've hired some pack animals
and their owners

'to help us on the final leg
of our journey.'

We've got nine yaks and four horses

but there's me, there's the crew,
and then our support team

and all the guys who are
looking after their animals.

Suddenly, our little band has
swollen to a good number of people.

'Yaks are the Wakhis' 4x4s.

'These hairy, cow-like beasts
can cover almost any terrain,

'though at a rather gentle,
sedate pace.'

It's this route that many
of the Wakhan shepherds

will take at the beginning
of every summer...

..to bring their flocks up
to the good grazing lands.

'These mountain paths
were once used by merchants

'following the Silk Road
from Europe to China.

'Marco Polo passed close by.

'He described how wild animal horns
marked the route

'and it doesn't look like much
has changed

'since he was here
almost 800 years ago.

'After trekking for six hours, we're
halfway to the summer pastures.

'We stop for the night
at a shepherds' hut.'

'I wake up to a light dusting
of snow.

'My first night under canvas
was very cold

'and the thin mountain air is
having a strange effect on my body.'

I'm doing this because
we're at 4,000 metres

and I always swell up at altitude.
It's nice isn't it?

'But there's no time to worry
about a puffy face.'

If snow has reached the areas
where the shepherds are,

they might be thinking about packing
up and moving to lower elevations

so the big worry at this stage
is that we've done this climb

for nothing, and that the shepherds
would have already moved.

'I want to get to the pastures
as soon as possible

'so we pick up the pace.

'We stop to rest the animals

'and I show the men some pictures
from my farm.'

LAUGHTER

These are Welsh sheep,
not Wakhan sheep!

'With all the troubles
in the rest of Afghanistan,

'I want to know what life is like
for the Wakhi.'

Is it very hard up in the mountains?

'The Wakhi may be far
from the horrors of war,

'but living here
is by no means easy.

'At 4,600 metres

'we get our first spectacular
view of the mountain pastures

'known as the Big Pamir.'

This is what we've climbed to see.

This giant U-shaped valley,

a flat expanse of rich grazing land

and every bit of it will be used
by the Wakhan shepherds.

'There may be plenty of space
for animals

'but it looks more like a moonscape
than lush pasture.

'We drop down into the Big Pamir.

'Ahead of us, at last,
is Mulung-dhan -

'one of the Wakhis' summer camps.

'I want to find out what it's like
to herd in a world

'that is very different from mine.

'And this is a far cry
from the Welsh hills.'

The Wakhan have an association
and we have one of the members

travelling with us
and he's gone ahead on a horse

to let the village know
that we are arriving

and, hopefully, to give us
permission to enter the village.

As you can see, there are definitely
sheep here so that's a good thing.

However, what's not so good is
what's coming along the valley

behind us, which looks like
the beginnings of a snowstorm.

So I think we have to hope
that they will let us stay

at least for one night.

Salaam alaikum.

Salaam.

'We've been given the OK
to stay in the camp.'

Salaam alaikum.

Wow.

Salaam alaikum.

Salaam alaikum.

Salaam alaikum.

So this is your son?

Yeah. And this...?

And your son. And this...?

This is your husband.

I love their decoration.

'Some old sweet wrappers add
a splash of colour to the yurt.

'Choi - local tea - is prepared.'

So this is salt?

This is milk. Yeah.
This is tea. Yeah.

'Salty tea may not sound
very appetising,

'but I'm desperate for a cuppa.'

Oh...so good.

What's the word for...?

What is it? Hod...? For good?

Delicious?

'Flat bread, baked in the fire,
is handed out.'

Very nice bread. Very nice bread.

'Visitors, however unexpected,
are always made to feel welcome.'

How often do you do the milking?

Shall I come and help you?

Yes. Is that OK? Yes.

You must be my teacher!

The sheep and the yaks are just
coming in for the night.

And they go into the enclosures,
is that right? Yeah.

Why do you bring them in
at night?

'There's a price to pay

'for bringing animals up to
this mountain wilderness.

'Predators.

'The temperature plummets to
-15 degrees centigrade.

'It's too cold for the shepherds to
stay up and guard their animals

'but the flock is not without
protection.

'Dogs have taken care
of the nightshift.

'These are not pets.
They spend their lives outside.

'And their ears are clipped short

'so predators cannot latch
onto them in a fight.

'As well as wolves,
the shepherds and their dogs

'need to protect the flock
from snow leopards and bears.'

What is the most dangerous animal
for you

when you are living up here
in the Pamir?

'Last year, wolves killed eight
animals here in Mulung-dhan.

'The Wakhis' herds are key to their
survival, and this kind of loss

'can seriously affect
a family's chance

'of making it through the winter.

'Every day, just after sunrise, the
herd is driven out onto the hills.'

I'm going out today with one
of the men of the village,

Panchambey,
whose name means "Thursday".

'Only a few of these animals
actually belong to Panchambey.

'The men take it in turns
to go out shepherding

'so today he's in charge
of the whole flock,

'all 200 of them.

'We climb up the valley,
far from the camp,

'but I can't see any improvement
in the pasture.

'The grass is still low,
brown and scrubby.'

This isn't a lush green Welsh
pasture like my sheep are used to

and, yet, these animals look like
they are in the peak of condition -

they are fat, they look healthy

and something that I'm incredibly
envious of

is that not a single one
of them is limping.

'It's been really wet back at home.

'My sheep have been plagued
by foot rot.

'But none of these animals
are showing any sign of it.

'Sheep were first domesticated
in the hills of Turkey, Iran

'and Iraq
around 12,000 years ago,

'and they do seem to thrive in this
kind of dry, mountainous terrain.'

Come on, you lot at the back!

'But summer is nearly over. There
is a long, lean winter ahead.

'These sheep have adapted to
a life of feast and famine

'by storing reserves
in their fatty hind-quarters.'

There you go.

I still quite can't get over this.

Something vaguely obscene
about those bottoms!

'After a morning grazing
on the slopes,

'the animals are brought back
to the camp to be milked.

'One of the women, Nisa,

'is struggling to get used to
our strange ways.'

'Young animals are kept apart from
their mothers during the day,

'to stop them drinking all the milk,
but they are briefly reunited now.'

They allow the lambs
to keep feeding...

..to stimulate the production
of the milk

but they also take some themselves.

'It's a very efficient system.
Lambs are kept happy and healthy

'and the women get as much milk
as possible.'

There's something really lovely
about being with people

who handle animals with such...

sort of, confidence and...
I mean, it really is second nature.

'These sheep are much tamer
than the ones on my farm.

'I only breed mine for meat
so they're hardly ever handled

'and I never milk them.

So, will you explain, what do I do?

OK, so you take the udder,

Like this?

Like that? Yeah.

Oh, it's working.

Is this good? What do you think?

Very slow.

Nothing there!

So this one is done now?

You can see already she's got
impatient with my pathetic efforts.

'The animals are driven back out
onto the slopes.

'They'll spend the rest of the day
grazing

'before they're brought home
for the night.

'The next job is bread baking.

'First, we need fuel for the fire.

'There are no trees up this high,

'but there's a never-ending supply
of yak dung.'

'The herders come back
to this camp every year

'so there are stone huts here
as well as yurts.'

It's quite smoky in here,
isn't it?

The dung, it makes a lot of smoke
in your eyes.

So it is flour, water, salt.

The lid goes on.

So you put the hot dung on top of
the lid and that cooks the bread.

Bread with tea is the Wakhi staple.

It's the only thing many people
eat for breakfast, lunch,

and dinner, day after day,
week after week.

'Traders from the west
of the province arrive in camp.

'It's taken them 25 days
to cross the mountains.'

Why did you come here?

So are there many traders like you

that come to this area
to buy animals?

Do you come here because the Wakhi
people have very good animals?

'These men may get a good deal
up here,

'but this is the only way the Wakhi
have of earning any money.

'Nisa has a few yaks,
and she sold one to the trader.'

So are you happy today
because you sold a yak?

She said, I'm unhappy.
You are unhappy? Why?

So she... This was a good yak
for her? She didn't want to sell?

'As well as providing everyday
necessities like milk and wool,

'the family's animals can be
cashed in when times are hard.

'As long as they have their herd,
they have the means to survive.'

She wants you to spin the wool.
I might break it. I might break it.

LAUGHTER

How do I do it?
It's gone very thick here.

You're not helping at all.

'The shepherds are highly mobile,

'migrating as the cold weather
starts to set in.

'The Wakhi call these journeys
the "kuch"

'and I've come here at the end of
summer hoping to take part in one.

'Mulung-dhan is low down
and sheltered

'and no-one has any plans
to move yet.

'But we've heard
there is another camp

'where the people are getting ready
to make a kuch

'so we pack our bags
and say our goodbyes.'

Thank you.

The village that we're heading to
now is the highest of all of them.

It's tucked right up at the base of
the mountains at the snow line...

..so if anyone's thinking
of moving for the winter,

I would imagine it would be this
community that moves first.

'Our destination is 4,500 metres
above sea level

'and is the most remote settlement
in the Big Pamir.'

We're getting our first glimpse
of the village now...

..and it is noticeably higher,
not just because my legs ache

but because the air
has a real biting chill to it.

The sun may be bright

but the wind is coming straight off
those snowy peaks.

'The village is called Asan Katich.

'About 50 people live here,

'so it's almost twice the size
of Mulung-dhan.

'And we're in luck. They're getting
ready to move - to make a kuch.

'But there's a problem.

'Yesterday, we sent someone ahead
to ask if we could film here,

'and we were given the OK,

'but, now, some of the men
seem less keen.

'We spend the rest of the day
talking things through,

'waiting for a final decision.

'In a way, I totally understand
the men's reluctance.

'How would we react if strangers
turned up at our homes

'and asked to film us?

'But we were given such a warm
welcome back in Mulung-dhan,

'it seems strange that things
could be so different up here.'

It may be that this is just
a very remote community.

Even their village in the valley
is very remote.

They won't have seen
a lot of foreigners

and so we think that,
quite understandably,

when we all turn up they just think,
"What are you doing here?"

And what we hope is that,
maybe tomorrow,

they might feel more comfortable
about us filming.

'Next morning,
things are still a bit tense.

'The men tell us we can film in the
camp, but the women are off limits.

'But not everyone is happy
with this decision.'

Some of the women in the village
have said, "Don't tell a soul.

"Go and get a camera,
come and film us."

So that's what I'm going to do.

WHISPERING

'All they are doing is making bread

'but they have a mischievous look
in their eye.

'One of the women walks behind me
to look at the camera's
flip-out screen.'

'I put the camera away
before we're discovered.

'Then, a woman called Bakht Begum
says she wants to show me

'how to make food for the winter.

'No-one, it seems, tells this lady
what she can or cannot do.

'I'm immediately put to work.'

So...in here...

we have boiled milk

and we churn it
and what do we make?

Making the butter now.
Making the batter now? Ah, OK.

And we have this ingenious system

of a...sort of, paddle, erm...

and this leather strap.

And we're churning it for,
I'm not quite sure how long,

I'm not quite sure how long
I'm going to be able to last.

She's incredibly strong
and very feisty, this woman.

You want me to do it now by myself?

I'm not sure this is going to work.
Let's see.

Like that, like that.

It's very hard.

I'm exhausted!

It seems that the summer is the time
when all the dairy produce

that they make is all made up here
in the mountains

and then stored and taken down
to the village for the winter.

'After many hours of churning,
the fat of the milk separates out.'

So this is the butter.
It comes from here? Aha!

'The remaining butter milk
is boiled again for a few hours

'and allowed to cool.

'The water is then squeezed out,

'leaving a moist, yoghurt-like paste
called qurut.'

Can I try?

Mmm! Very good,

Very good yoghurt.

So it is a complete dairy -
yoghurt, butter.

'Nothing is wasted.

'Stale bread goes into the leftover
residue and is given to the dogs.'

The dogs are going to get
well fed tonight.

'Everyone's been busy packing up,
getting ready for the kuch.

'The chief has come up from
the main village in the valley
to oversee things.

'Crucially for us, he seems very
relaxed that we are here

'and he gives us his full support.

'We're given the OK just as the
herd is driven back for milking

'and, as if by magic,
the women appear.'

What's so incredible is that
you have kids as young as this

all helping, all manoeuvring
the sheep and the goats,

and you can see that they literally
learn their craft

from the moment they can walk.

'But the young workers
do get the odd break.

'Little girls have no dolls
to dress

'so they make do with goats
instead.'

So our breakthrough came.

I'm so delighted that we're able
to film here

and, the day after tomorrow,
the whole village is going to move

and we'll get a sense of
the true scale of the kuch

when everybody and all their
livestock move down into the valley.

'The kuch will move the camp
to a lower, more sheltered spot.

'But there's still lots of work
to do before we leave.

'The women take to the roof

'for the next stage
of winter food production.

'The qurut paste,
made from boiled buttermilk,

'has been drained
and now needs to dry.'

This, you roll it
and put in the sun?

'From milking to churning to drying,

'making qurut is what this
time of year is all about.'

So this is an important product

that you make while you're
here in the summer?

It actually...it tastes like feta.

It's a kind of salty, soft,
almost a cheese.

You don't really taste
it like yoghurt.

They're very good.

'The qurut is dried and bagged up.
It should last for six months -

'just long enough to see everyone
through the winter.'

I don't want it to fall
on your head.

'The migration is going to be
in two waves.

'An advance party will leave today.

'Everyone else,
including Bakht Begum and myself,

'will follow on tomorrow.

'There's a lot of work to be done.
The pressure is on.'

Faster? OK.

'Their livestock provide the Wakhi
with almost everything they need.

'Wool is compressed
into felt panels.

'Yak hair is twisted into ropes.

'And the animals themselves
are removal vans.'

You know that feeling when
you're trying to pack up the car

and someone says, "Shall I help?",
and you just want to go,
"No, let me get on and do it."

That's what's happening
at the moment.

This guy is saying, "Well,
why don't I put this sack on?"

And he's going, "I don't want
the sack. I want something else.

"Get that sack!"

LAUGHTER

'The advance party sets off down the
Pamir, heading for warmer pastures.'

Last minute things that have
been forgotten.

"Hang on a minute,
you've left your coat!"

I could have been standing here
500 years ago

and witnessed exactly that
same scene.

'Next morning,
winter is beginning to bite.

'The snow makes it hard
for the animals to graze

'so the herd is immediately driven
down the valley.'

We've been here about 10 days now.

It is an exhausting...way of life.

And doing anything at this altitude
just wears you out.

It's like someone's put bricks
in the bottom of your boots.

And, erm, I look at these guys

and the women,
who seem totally tireless.

'But there's lots to be done
and I try to make myself useful.

'The women and children
are wearing their finest clothes,

'giving the occasion
a festival air.'

Are you pleased to be moving?

WOMAN TRANSLATES

Really? Not feeling so good today?

'Finally, the most important cargo
of all - a summer's worth of qurut

'and butter.'

This is a precious load.

That represents hours and hours
and hours of really physical labour.

Oh! It's like sitting on a sofa
with legs.

'The yurts are down,
the yaks are loaded.

'and our kuch begins.'

They're such a smooth ride.

They seem to have built-in
shock-absorbers,

so, even over this
very rough terrain,

you feel like you're almost
floating over it.

So we get off here? Yeah? OK.

Thanks you, yak.

So we stay here? OK.

So, I think what's happening, in
the good tradition of any house move

is that there will be tea.

Wow, look at this!
Ah, it's a perfect picnic.

Tashakur.

'We've passed close to
another herding camp.

'The women come out bearing tea
and bread.

'Only a few hundred Wakhi
shepherds live up here,

'spread out across a huge area.

'Moments like these forge bonds
between disparate communities.'

OK.

This feels like such
an ancient tradition...

..that has been held on to

not for any romantic reasons,

simply reasons that are practical.

This is how these people live.

'It's mid-afternoon
by the time we get to Vagboy,

'a temporary herding camp
at the foot of a huge scree slope.'

You can see already
that there's more pasture,

there's more grass down here.

It's definitely warmer.

And, erm...

so now is the big task
of settling in,

re-putting up the yurts

and, erm, yeah...

making ourselves at home.

'It's much harder putting a yurt up
than taking it down.

'They are giant, 3D jigsaw puzzles.

'Get the wrong pole
in the wrong place

'and you have to start again
from scratch.'

Are you OK?

'I help Bakht Begum move into
the hut that will be her home

'for the next few weeks.

'The herd is driven into camp.

'Nothing gets in the way of milking.

'A few hours later,
all the yurts are up

'and the smell of burning yak dung
fills the air.'

So what are you cooking, Begum?

'This meal is only made
on important occasions -

'religious festivals, funerals
and at the end of a kuch.'

What have you put in here?

A special oil, flour,

A little bit of salt.
A little bit of salt.

Very warm? Yes.

Mmm!

Very good, very good.

What seems so special about
this dish is that

it combines all the things
that the Wakhi produce.

They produce the wheat and barley
down in the valley

that makes the flour.

They milk the sheep that makes
the butter that makes the oil.

So everything in this bowl
is really...

it's like all the Wakhi produce
brought together.

Definitely,
on a cold winter's night,

if somebody gave you a bowl of this,
you would not complain.

It's very good.

Tashakur.

'Life quickly returns
to its normal routine.

'Mamad Ayoub is repairing
felt panels

'that were damaged on the kuch.

'This way of life feels timeless.
But how long will it last?'

Do you think that
your son's children

will want to come to the Pamir
to be shepherds?

Is there one thing that you think

would make life easier
for the Wakhan?

'The Wakhan Corridor is the poorest
district in the poorest province

'in one of the poorest countries
in the world.

'It's hard to see how things
can change,

'how life here could be made easier.

'It feels like the future
for the Wakhi

'for the next few decades at least,
will be much the same as their past.

'The constant struggle to survive
does take its toll.'

Is this a very hard life?

Seven children?

'As many as one in five
Wakhi children die

'before they reach their
first birthday.

'Half of Wakhi children under two
are malnourished.

'Because of the harsh conditions,

'average life expectancy for
the Wakhi is only 35 years of age.

'Bakht Begum's life story
is heart-rending,

'so I'm touched when she says
she now thinks of me

'as her honorary daughter.'

I feel very honoured to be Feroza.

'Bakht Begum has no children
up here to look after her

'and she has few animals of her own,

'but she has been lent some sheep
and goats by wealthier herders.

'She can milk them, and breed
from them, before eventually

'returning the animals
to their rightful owners.

'So she always has something to eat
and something to do.

'In the absence of any outside help,

'the Wakhi have created a simple
but effective welfare system.

'It's my last day in the Pamir.

'We've bought a sheep
and are throwing a farewell feast.

'The chief blesses the knife
and the sheep's throat is cut.'

The fleece has come off
in one very neat piece.

I'm envious of their,
erm, butchery skills.

'When we kill a lamb in the UK, we
throw as much as a fifth of it away.

'Here, everything goes in the pot -
brains, lungs, heart.

'Every last drop of blood
is savoured.'

Tashakur.

Salaam, salaam!

'Animals are only slaughtered on
special occasions like marriages.

'They're too valuable to eat
otherwise.'

'People here are lucky
if they eat meat once a month.

'At home we take it for granted,

'often eating meat
once or twice a day.

'It's time to leave the Big Pamir.

'It's been a real privilege to have
experienced, for a short while,

'how the Wakhi shepherds live.

'But it's incredibly tough up here
and, I have to admit,

'the thought of a few home comforts
is rather appealing.'

I haven't washed for three weeks.

There are no loos that flush
or otherwise

for probably...a good 100 miles
or so from here.

And at this stage in the game,
am I looking forward to

a nice clean bathroom, a hot shower,
a cup of tea and a sofa?

I'd be totally lying
if I said I wasn't.

One thing I will miss
will be Bakht Begum's friendship.

Tashakur.

'The Wakhi may be some of the most
traditional herders in the world,

'but there are lessons
we can learn from them.

'As more and more sheep are raised
worldwide, using new technology

'and modern methods, I hope we
don't forget all of the old ways -

'about how to value our animals

'and use them efficiently
and respectfully.'

There's something very heartening,
I think, that in a country

that is racked by war and
religious strife and poverty,

in a world that is upside-down and
sometimes, kind of, too miserable

to contemplate, there are these
people in these mountains

surviving, actually,
with dignity and with honour

with no guns, with no strife,

with no battles,
just the battles with the elements

and the battles of keeping
their animals alive.

'There is nothing romantic
about this way of life,

'but it is inspiring to discover
that the ancient connection

'between shepherd and flock
still exists,

'allowing both to survive in such
a harsh, unforgiving land.'

Thank you for letting us stay
in your village.

Thank you.

Oh, it's wider than I thought!

'My journey to remote herding
communities doesn't end here.

'Next time,
I travel to the High Andes

'where I get to grips with alpacas.'

Aqui! Aqui!
There you go. There you go.

'Peru is at a crossroads between
old and new ways of herding.

'Can ancient tradition compete
against science and technology?'

What I'm going for is what I go for
when I pick a racehorse,

which is a pretty face
and a nice bum.

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