I got up feeling terrible.
Light-headed. Dizzy. You know, that certain distinct feeling when you’re about to catch a cold but it’s just not quite there yet?
Well I didn’t want to stay in sick anywhere without a proper Internet connection, so I decided to keep moving no matter what:
I passed some hideous landscapes that were apparently under some kind of “environmental protection”:
But then all this was immediately forgotten when I arrived at a cozy little restaurant:
I got a private room and some cold drinks, then I yelled “meat!”:
…and meat I got:
Cold meat, but ever so tasty, delicious, savory, palatable, yummy, delectable, FINGER-LICKING GOOOOOOD!!
Little Yao Xia 姚霞, ten years old, and Jing Kemeng 景可蒙, six-and-a-half, paid me company and made for some nice lunch conversation:
They even walked with me for a couple of hundred meters:
Then I saw my first cotton plantation ever:
Well, now that I’m thinking about it, I might have seen other plantations before, who knows, but this is definitely the first time I’ve seen one that had the fluffy cotton thing going on:
There were factories processing the stuff here too:
I walked until it got pretty late, and then I arrived at a tiny little village where the people were very nice and someone allowed me to spend the night in an empty house:
I hadn’t showered in eight days.
And I was only one day away from the city.