I am still here, and now that my notebook is up and running again, I’ve prepared some DVDs with pictures I want to send home for storage. But… this whole postal thing is apparently not as simple as I had figured it would be. Not over here in the wild west it ain’t!
Forget it, there are other things on my mind.
I’ve been wanting to show you these pictures from Sichuan ever since, but up until now I’ve had no way to grab them from the server:
February 2007 – that’s when my friend Dario and me somehow joined a Chinese tour group for a trip to Jiuzhaigou 九寨沟, in the north of Sichuan:
Now good old Dario doesn’t enjoy making exaggerative statements as much as I do, but I remember him looking at all that crystal-clear mountain water, saying that this was …among the most beautiful places he had ever seen:
…please forgive my photography:
It hardly does this marvelous place any justice at all.
I don’t recall exactly where we went after Jiuzhaigou, but there were several places we visited with the tour group, all of them located in what is now called the disaster area:
This particular town I remember was an old Qiang-minority 羌族 settlement:
So many interesting old buildings, all of them made of stone:
Tourists were even invited to look around in the traditional Qiang-residencies:
And I somehow remember thinking: those Qiang-people are so good-looking!
Yes, they are:
Another place we went to was Dujiangyan 都江堰, the world’s oldest irrigation system of some sort:
This is said to be one of the places that have suffered the most severe blows during the quake.
– look, this is not exactly what I had in mind when I said I wanted to show you pictures from Sichuan –
I realized it’s not about nature or buildings or the cultural relics – it’s not even that much about all the grown-up people.
Instead, it’s really about the little ones:
the little girls:
the little boys:
the chopsticks that sometimes seem too large:
the parents who always seem to be in a hurry:
the boring cultural things they make you look at sometimes:
and the distinct and profound feeling one gets when one is little and riding on a parent’s back:
…the feeling of absolute security.
And protection from harm.