Monday, May 17, 2010

Icc Hair Colour Chart

not cry, the people in Anhui


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.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

X Rocker Gaming Chair



The festival of Qingming in is a bit like the All Saints Day in Spain (also called Sha Mu, which means to sweep tombs). Although the practice of traditional rites is banned by the government, the party is held to honor the ancestors, although in theory not allowed to do what many Chinese are doing, especially in the towns (we have witnessed in our journey through the villages of Anhui). Several days a year in which the Chinese remember their ancestors and must render any kind of respect and honor. Burn money, houses, clothes, everything from paper to send to relatives in the afterlife and does not lack anything. For the people Hongcun, Xidi and Shexian, the grandparents could see burning the papers in brass burners. I saw something similar in Beijing in October (on the first day of the lunar calendar), when I started to get cold and many crossroads of the city, in every corner, you saw people burn paper clothing send to their families (tai leng le), to explain why I said that winter was coming and their dead relatives were also warm. The papers are burned in a circle drawn on the floor with water, which is not completely closed, so that the spirits, to leave and enter.

Other interesting chapters of our trip in Anhui, the increase from five hours to the Yellow Mountain is about the least exciting. I stand with the people and the hard lives, the deep and rough China, travel to a village horrible buggy, with a walled area more remarkable. With students who invite us to their school. The restaurants with the fresh catch of the day right at the entrance of the rabbit, owl, snake, hedgehog, turkey, doves, frogs. One side by side, each in its cage or bowl, waiting to be skinned or plucked by touch and cooked in a wok seasoned with pepper and sesame oil.