And his toughness. Five days of stomach pain similar to that suffered two years ago in Risikesh.
And five days of discovery: the ethnic Dong, Miao, yi (I left 40-odd ethnic groups without knowing more, is what has Guizhou); his clothes, towels on the head everywhere, women carrying children and octogenarians alike chickens. The China authentic, unspoiled by tourists. Heavy industries in the green mountains, coal mines, brick factories, wooden houses, rice fields, the smell of manure, symbiotic oxen with his bird on his back. Rivers and canyons, and people living in the water.
Kaili, Shidong, Shiqiao, Qong'an, Matang, Langde, Qingman, Xijiang, and other towns along the way lost, nameless. Villages where residents whose last name is Chen and all the doors are written in chalk the profession Chen distinguishes them from next door, so they will mail. Incomprehensible dialects. Beautiful embroidery, silk and natural dyes of blue, mostly blue. A lively town, celebrating festivals throughout the year and animal sacrifice for good crops.
Guizhou, the poorest region of China that many Chinese know that even in the office asked me why would I want to go there. They do not understand anything. Here in the big city and only care about money, brands, and ascend. Climb and climb to the summit. And then what. The abyss.
And these are the Beijing today, with their rich and poor. High Contrast perhaps ever more pronounced. And so one day happen to Guizhou, when tourism grows and people move from agriculture to services, to create parks rigor tourist attraction, with its papier-mache bull wheel and that explains in a plate the customs of yesteryear. Where a man sitting with his costume acrylic pastor engaged in selling the tickets and then sell out women shirts and embroidery industry. Is what you get, good, bad, better, worse, we tend to. Survival fulfilled a range of possibilities to define us to each: the geek, the religious, the artist, businessman, good father, the depressive, the traveler, the philosopher, the cooperator, the envious, the ambitious, the speculator, the preacher.
And I am improving. Living in my country house, living with unimaginable size beetles, sweeping my patio on the weekends and going to market to fill eggplant, potatoes and tomatoes from my bike basket. Today
plays squash cream, vegetable neither hot nor cold medicine as far as China is concerned, warm, perfect for seasonal changes. Purchase based on the market, nature is wise. How sad that today has made us both forget gases which plays at all times. Wrong Very bad.
