I woke up in the unholy smell of that hotel room this morning and thought: what a bad way to start the day.
A bit of walking and the lungs full of fresh air cheered me up a bit though.
Then I saw this goofball:
Can goats possibly look even more ridiculous than sheep?
I’m not sure yet, but I found someone EVEN GOOFIER than the two:
This is Camel #4. He doesn’t have a name. He’s just number 4 out of four.
And this is his buddy:
They are all very kind (and intelligent, I thought). Before their careers in tourism they used to work as actors.
This is where I found them:
The Qiao Family Mansion 乔家大院.
Another wealthy merchant’s private estate from the Qing-dynasty (清 1644-1911):
Though smaller than Chang Family Courtyard in Dongguan, this place has a much bigger reputation throughout the country.
It even has its own TV-series, shot on location in 2005.
I liked the fact that it seemed to have restored some of the actual living conditions:
A bridal chamber.
I didn’t like the yard at all though:
Seriously, compared to the massive gardens in Chang Family Courtyard, this place looks like it belonged to a needy man with little or no taste.
Well, what do I go off about other people’s homes – I live on the road, basically.
One thing that I have always wondered about in China is this:
Sometimes, out of nowhere – tombstones. Now I have never seen graves outside of a cemetery in any Western country before.
But the more I think about this, the more I like it.
I mean, are you particularly fond of crowds? Or do you rather appreciate the luxury of personal space?
Well, what about the place of your last rest then?
Ok, change of subject:
I have developed a very bad time management lately: I wake up early, can’t make myself get up, go back to sleep, wake up again (late), get up, start walking and finish walking late, then I eat, shower, wash some clothes, sort out pictures, come up with something to write about, get it written up, post it on the site (always late: it’s already 00:34 now) …
Anyways, what I actually wanted to say is this:
Sometimes it is only my earphones filled with furious blasts of manly music that keep me going when it gets dark on the coal-covered highway.