I finally left Jingning behind:
Before, I had to fill up on water and soft drinks in a small shop, and it was there that I found something to share with you:
I have a standard answer when little Chinese kids get big eyes and say: “So tall! 好高啊!”
It goes: “Drink milk! 喝牛奶!”
Cuz that’s what we do in the West. We drink milk (see pic above).
Today I don’t need to drink any more milk though, since I’m already tall enough:
So I can have ice-cream instead.
Walking was peaceful today:
I didn’t really talk to anybody.
Once, there was a group of cyclists that rushed by:
They didn’t say a word, and neither did I.
Then there were some more beautiful landscapes:
I kind of just walked from here to there and took pictures of flowery blossoms, breathing in the beauty and the air of a perfect spring day:
My allergies had somehow disappeared.
There was a lake:
And then the cyclists rushed by again – this time from the opposite direction:
They had a dude in a car with a bullhorn following them, and they looked tired and stressed out. Being on the high horse of someone who was walking everywhere, I pitied the poor cyclists.
They are just rushing through these places, it’s like they haven’t ever really been here, I thought.
Realizing at the same time that I was wrong.
Walking is walking. It doesn’t constitute anything else besides that. One can walk and still be a ignorant – a walking idiot. Not even a hard thing to do.
Like, what do I know about power lines?
Everybody needs them, everybody knows them, and there they are, glaring in the sun.
When I was taking this picture, I was so obsessed with getting the moon in the right place in the composition, that I didn’t even notice one important detail: the poles were naked – there were no power supply lines.
There were construction dudes getting off work everywhere:
…but I didn’t try to make any sense out of it.
Instead, I got obsessed with shooting a night scene at a gas station:
When I finally arrived at my destination, it took me a while to find a tiny hotel in the dark streets:
The place was full of people who already seemed to know me.
“It’s you” they’d say: “the dude who was taking our picture before!”
That’s right, the construction workers were staying in the same hotel, and we decided to sit down for a nice and friendly chat.
About power poles. China. Germany. Politics. History. Food. Nature. Development. The future. The past…
Later that night, when everyone had gone to their separate rooms, and I was trying to clear my mind from the tobacco smoke, I realized something:
Walking doesn’t make head good.
Instead, it makes feet bad.