MON I Nagaland, India
This place is big on the international “offbeat” trail. Mon offers the exotic tribal deal-fierce, outlandishly dressed warriors with a penchant for macabre home decor and freshly hunted meat. This after all, is the land of the head-hunting Konyaks.
You will see as Mon village begins at the base of a hill and gradually rises up, with vegetable patches and chicken coops in tow. And as you move inside the Angh’s, the village chief’s house, you will see men in trance mixing hairy-looking leaves with strips of black opium to prepare their smoke. Each drag is washed down with a swig of black tea. Smoke curls up as if from a couple of dragons in the darkening hut. As you approach Shianghachingnyu village, you might see that a small pile of human heads is carelessly heaped outside. These are remains’ of the angh’s decapitated enemies: boiled, stripped of flesh and preserved as battle trophies.