Crazy German...

There is a picaresque walk that goes up behind the town to a temple, then loops around the back end of a ridge back to a tea market.  I took my time doing this walk admiring the scenery.


Once I got to the tea market I met a German guy who had been living in the area for the past year. Already a little sozzled he offered me a shot of the local moonshine.  How could I refuse?


Only after taking the first sip did I spy the bottle.  It was crammed full of roots, shoots, leaves, berries, mushrooms, bark, twigs and who knows what else.  We enjoyed a fun chat I can't remember about what.  Not that I was the drunk one but rather the funny German guy.  He kept rambling on from one topic to another.


Once decently light headed I look my leave and ventured down to the Chinese Martyr's Memorial Museum a little down the hill.  This for me was also fascinating (not from the drink) but what I learned.  A sad story with a living happy ending all around me.