Today was a warm day – what am I saying – a hot day! So hot indeed I first took off my jacket, then my sweater, then my shirt, and at some point around noon I was laying down taking a siesta under an apple tree, trying to get a tan. As sexy as bearded smelly men can get!
But before that, I had to make it out of the little village I was staying at:
I had to walk past the apple trees and the peach trees:
I cut through on a path like this once, but it only led to confusion and the siesta.
During the rest of the day, I just stuck to the road:
People seemed very friendly and outgoing here. I had a fun time with some folks in a little village:
They asked many questions, and they were into apples:
I too received my share of apples as a friendly gift.
Then I saw my first blossoming tree this year:
Hundreds of humming honeybees bathing in the sweet scent of summer. How can I describe it?
I got back on the highway after a while:
And it was on the roadside next to the highway that I found this beauty:
Remember I had shown you a party-vehicle just like this one on New Year’s Day (more than numbers)?
Well, I think this mother is even more awe-abiding than that one.
Oh, and here’s another awe-abiding thing:
Can anybody tell me what this character is supposed to mean? WTF, this is like a 50+ stroke monster – it just can’t be real, for Confucius’ sake!
Hehe, I’m thinking, maybe it’s my fault. Maybe I just haven’t done enough of what this little friend is doing:
Or this one:
Well, I always have an excuse: I am a grown-up. I don’t have time to look at books. I have to take pictures:
And more pictures:
And more pictures:
Sometimes I even take pictures of pictures:
And given that sometimes I can make out the characters, I just might take a picture of the writing on the wall if I feel like it:
“dangerous area – keep your distance! 此地危险-行人远离!”
Little did I know that the real “dangerous area” was in fact not anywhere near this wall. Not even close.
It was here, right in the place I was planning on staying for the night:
See, I hadn’t even taken notice of the fact that my hotel for the night was equipped with a professional massage parlor (not the funny kind with the flashy lights and the soft carpets), but then the manager thought I looked so miserable when I walked in that he decided to treat me to a nice traditional foot massage.