Sometimes we have to look a bit closer in order to find what we’ve been looking for:
(Note that it says “hotel 旅社” in the window over the door.)
I left the shop/hotel in the morning, even though the owners were urging me to stay. They knew walking wasn’t very easy for me, since I had got myself some more bleeding blisters the day before.
But the call of the road was there, and it was strong:
I could see the fertile land and the mountains in the distance:
The Gobi desert was behind me. The mountains were, too. I was back in the valley. And it was a valley full of apple trees:
One time, there was this dude who was apparently “cleaning up” the road by simply tossing all the trash that he could find down the embankment:
I walked by, imagining that there would be another similar looking dude tossing that same trash out from the embankment and down into the fields later.
I ended up not walking very far.
After a few hours, I reached a place full of restaurants:
Found a comfortable spot that served noodles:
And a guesthouse to spend the night:
(Again if you look closer, you will see that the Caboose immediately made a new friend.)
And then the weather changed, and a summer storm came rolling over the little village with its restaurants, shops, markets, streets and backyards:
And I was happy that I was inside.