Fluttering high above the craggy mountains and lush rolling hills in northern Thailand, the tiny, single-engine aircraft picked its way through the mist, in search of a village airstrip. "I think that's it," the pilot shouted to a companion over the whine of the engine. Dipping down through the clouds, the plane came in at treetop level, then bounced into a 700-ft. clearing. Eager tribeswomen in turbans and blue-striped frocks rushed toward the visitors, smiling through betel-stained teeth. Their menfolk set about happily unloading medicine, food, seed and other supplies. "This is...
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