The valley around Yongchang was so green and so nice, a half day’s walk of pure pleasure:
The road construction team from yesterday had passed me again, only this time some of them waved me over for a chat:
“Can I ask you a personal question?” said one of them, “we would like to know how old you are. Are you younger or older than forty?”
Here’s the thing: men don’t usually grow their beards before the age of 50 or 60 over here. So I guess 40 was still a euphemism, well sort of.
TLW reminder: Growing a beard might make you look older!
Ever since Xi’an, I’ve basically been massaging the same highway:
Only today I met a gentleman with three beautiful horses:
This is Peng Wenchao 彭文朝, who once used to be a taxi driver back in Beijing.
He has been riding his carriage for the last 6 months throughout all of the country, in a personal effort to support the Olympic Spirit.
And then, after the Olympics?
Mr. Peng smiles, then looks up at the sky: “Who knows what’s next? But one thing is for sure: I’ll keep the horses!”
There was this big fat rain-cloud that had been following me from the East, so I was pretty happy when I got to Shuimoguan in the afternoon and it hadn’t rained on me yet:
Lovely place – I keep repeating myself, but it’s just a fact:
It’s the people who really make all the difference.
We took this group picture that I’m going to send to these kids and the dude later:
11 heads = 11 pictures. We would have made a perfect soccer team!
…and then there was this gentleman who had obviously had quite a lot to drink:
I just love this picture. Great photography!
(too bad it obviously wasn’t me who took it)