China, first day. After the dazzling arrival in just about signing autographs and making pictures with a group of Chinese crazed fire at a party, We have ridden on a bus bound for the mountains. We seek a population is called Yuan Yang, and in which apparently there are hundreds of thousands of rice fields to the sun, at dawn and dusk, gives its light to become more giant mirrors the earthly. A gruesome spectacle.
But before he had to get. And there has come the great Chinese adventure, that begins at dawn. We rode on a bus at seven o'clock, and started walking, and network por hora, a mountain road sides just looking for her dizzy. Punctured, we have to stand for hours because some cranes were despalando a mountain… Then we had to stand longer hours because there was a landslide and the road was cut… And when at last we started, and totally dark, the bus just stood right where the sand was still shedding…
And this was the scene… Left, a ravine. Right, a tower of sand that threatens to fall… Small pebbles shedding and acojonándonos…I Amiga Ro agarrándome of the hand… And inside the bus, right next to us, two Chinese so quiet smoking and spitting on the floor… About, with phlegm noisy… And children crying, and corridors collapsed with bags of food and who knows what… And at last we avoid the tragedy…
And this was the scene… Left, a ravine. Right, a tower of sand that threatens to fall… Small pebbles shedding and acojonándonos…
More time then stopped because a lady old lady do not know what ethnicity became ill and vomited all… And then, after we let him eat something (were from seven in the morning until eleven at night with a yogurt in the body), in the end….. end, end… the nearly three o'clock, we got to where we, called Luchon, and which did not let us sleep in the station because the next morning we had to catch another bus to Yuan Yuang…
Yuan Yang. Likely, and without getting into comparisons, the most magical place we've been so far Travel. Throughout. The people, literally, stop you on the street and you get into their homes to eat. They look at you with a look of curiosity that should be similar to the face with which we look at them we… If you give them more money so shopping, because you confuse, go and give it back. It pides only a poquito, I put a lot and charge a little…
Here there live from tourism, not Interested, and so when you walk along the streets, rather you feel like recording a film in which character are not, single witness who tries to annoy bit and look much…
They are from an ethnic, llamada HANI, that, apparently, according to popular folklore, born from the eyes of a toad. The women wear colorful costumes, with caps, shirts and a kind of apron fabric in blues, red, yellow and white… And the men wear trousers, jackets and blue hat, proletarian and 19th century English… I really remember Dean Martin! I do not know if I'm very impressed, but I think all handsome..
Here there live from tourism, not Interested, and so when you walk along the streets, rather you feel like recording a film in which character are not, single witness who tries to annoy bit and look much…
The mountain… And the light. There are a thousand places to recreate and watch the sun illuminate the rice fields…And the companions. Ahora Andrea with us, an Italian hilarious. It's amazing how you can get to connect with someone in four days. Viaja solo, cycling. I've died and wanted to have a go with it, but could not… It's one of those guys who climbs mountains as the Mortirolo, Sestriere, The Tourmalet, with friends, all by the way a decade younger than me… Nada a mi alcance.
And at the guest house we met two Swiss… It turns out that there are only five foreigners in this town, and we went to put everyone in the same place… They fourteen years together, and more than three traveling the world. Are bellos, interesting, fun, respectful. I've heard stories from Syria, Iran, Iraq, Turkey, Africa…. And also the Siberian. I keep receiving subliminal messages. I want to make the Siberian.
And the customs of the Chinese, I do not understand. And the amount of questions that I can not make. And her spit on the floor, you see that tender old lady, and want to say hello, and suddenly you hear gggggggggggggguuuuu, raca, and you cryo lapo. And you say "where does that this woman?"And how much smoke every! And how playing cards, and to a kind of domino incomprehensible. And all the time the shops open. And the chairs chiquititas popular bars where they do the best soup I take in life or you put a bowl of rice and fill it with vegetables and a pork that has nothing to envy our, except ham, clear. And Chinese supermarkets, they are like the neighborhood Chinese, but in china. And the home of my house, we inflated bananas and tea and sat down with him to see the TV series, and Ro is set to sew with women. And kids uploaded to the trees to pick fruit, and grandparents walking around the square at dusk. And women always loaded with baskets of firewood, vegetables and anything.
It's pretty, la China.
