One last look at all that beautiful green:
…and then it was behind me, and nothing but dust and more dust were ahead:
Sometimes there were these surprising little patches of green, just as if some landscaping god had dropped them there by accident:
…but just because the plants can get water from the ground doesn’t mean that I can, so I’m still dependent on this:
“Water first”, a very good friend and me used to say once – and now it’s more true than ever. This will definitely become a problem in the future.
…but each day has its own worry, and today it was about the Internet, or more precisely: the lack thereof.
I’m using a GSM-card to go online, which has proven to be very slow but also very reliable throughout these last seven months.
But not recently – “no network” it would say, and then totally refuse service.
So once I passed this antenna I got out the computer and gave it another try:
A bit later, there were these signs on the ground:
BIG08 28m – maybe someone had hidden a large chest of gold? Or a cake? Or even my stupid Internet-connection?
Well, the inspector goes and checks things out, but alas! he found only this:
A shattered red pole.
This was supposed to be the famous BIG08?
And I had wasted 56m (2x 28m) just to look at this??
Well, shit happens.
Somewhere on the way, hidden in all that dust, there were these murals from a different time:
…a time that seemed long gone:
…swept away by the waves of the “industrial revolution”, just like the walls that these murals had been painted on so long ago:
The village Shuiquanzi didn’t really seem that promising at first sight – there was no hotel, no restaurant and the shops didn’t even have any cookies:
…but I got a bed and some food in the home of a friendly car mechanic.
…and I managed to find a shop that did have some cookies.
..and somehow, magically, the Internet was suddenly up and running again.
So I guess things are looking up.
It’s good to be on a plateau.