Luckily I didn’t get sick last night, otherwise I would have had to go to the place where many chose to rather relieve themselves outside:
– Only the very brave and the desperately needy would ever go in there:
A place to be avoided.
So anyway, I was really happy to leave this hell hole and go to where the winds played with the mountains:
– so fresh & so clean –
There were some encounters with people on the road, though not many, and it was all just kind of passing by.
This gentleman I liked because of the orange color of his suit:
This lady’s smile warmed me all the way across the 4-lane highway:
…and these folks were up there taking a break from work on a landslide fixture:
I asked them – this particular landslide hadn’t been because of the earthquake two weeks earlier.
You can see the river bend on the map:
It was so boring to walk for miles and miles down there, so I was glad when I found a small temple in the hills:
I took my shoes off, sat down and thought about things.
Questions, and answers.
Then I got on my way again, and the road suddenly seemed much nicer:
When I got to Gulang, it was already getting pretty late, but since I found myself walking right past a pagoda on a hill anyway, I decided to climb up and take some night shots:
So here’s the outcome – sound and pictures taken in the same location:
It’s called “night music” . . .