Click on images to view slideshow.The intrepid Aimee Groom (aka Daughter From Hell) is back from her own travels in Europe but the story continues as we approach Chinese New Year in MEET THE GROOMS! Think of it as China Travel Reality TV holiday special (without the TV).So, without further ado, please Meet John and Lesley Groom, the backpackers with a bus pass. In December 2008, this adventurous pair of Shanghai, Zhejiang, Anhui, Taiwan, Fujian, Guizhou and Jiangsu. >>>
Date: Sun, 1 Feb 2009 11:02:36 +0000
Subject: travels in China contd
Got up to find the Miao were having another New Year celebration. The girls had traditional dress and the men hunting dress with old fashioned muskets and bamboo flutes.
The Great Escape:
A young Miao girl walked across the square carrying two ducks. One was being carried by the feet and was squawking, the other wasn't squawking as she had it by the neck. She disappeared. Ten minutes later and the two ducks waddled back across the square. After the fish, the cow and the pig from the day before; it was good to see the animals striking back.
(More after the jump...)
Then set off for Zhaoxing, a Dong village. Again staying in a wooden house. There was a procession as we arrived the highlight of which was a full-size yellow ox which looked as if it had been made on Blue Peter and which had an inflated condom for its private parts. They put it on the open floor above a shop and stood and looked at it. Nothing happened so we left. Every so often we returned to check but there were still hundreds of Dong just standing there looking at it. Meanwhile in all the squares there were tables full of food but it was all being left to go cold! There were also all the usual firecrackers and kids doing silly things with them.
We went to eat... according to the book the local delicacy is rat on a stick so take care. John ordered fried eggs and chips. The chips arrived but when he'd almost finished them a big plate of five fried eggs arrived. He polished those off too.
Went for walk. The book said walk up the hill to the next village. The advantage of having your own private taxi is that you can ride up the hill and walk down. It was a beautiful walk through paddy fields. Noticed the men were doing the laundry in the river. Thought that was a bit tough on the men until we realized the women were out digging the fields.
Got back to the village and another procession. This time it ended with a huge live pig with its feet tied to a pole, being carried upside down amongst the firecrackers. It was petrified. They really are cruel with animals.
The village was wonderful but a festival that involved waiting for hours watching a Blue Peter Ox and then being cruel to a pig did not impress us. Lesley thinks the place is like Pakistan because of the Tut Tuks. John thinks its more like Gaza with all the rubble and firecrackers.
We then drove to another Dong village at Chengyang. On the way we saw a festival with big chunks of pig meat being carried, a festival with roast pig on stalls and then one with a couple of pigs still just about alive. All in all not a good day for pigs which is a shame after the ducks made such a good comeback yesterday.
Just one thing about the taxi that is quite funny—we keep getting waved down by people.
Tomorrow we explore Chengyang and its famous wooden wind and rain bridge—78-meters long and no nails!
To be cont'd...