I was forced to cycle into the dark. I thought I could find a decent campsite along the way before night fell. Unfortunately that wasn't too be. So I decided to take a side road into the mountains thinking I'll find a clump of trees to hang my hammock.
Soon after heading up the way I heard some voices chatting from the darkness. I was wary to get close, but decided to take my chances.
I came across a hamlet where the some old people were sitting on a porch discussing things as elderly people do. They were equally pleasantly surprised to see me.
I managed to communicate that I'd like to pitch my tent on the sandy patch of earth next to their home. They welcomed me to set up camp under the portico of a yet to be finished building.
They were very entertained as I unpacked the tent and blew up my mattress. As you know, the way I hear Chinese folks talking isn't the message they are actually relaying. My first instinct was that they will promptly ask me to move on as the crowd grew larger. I was put at ease when the laughter started as an elderly lady tried to take my sweat soaked t-shirt and wash it.
I was greatful for the gesture but insisted I wash my horrid clothing myself. To wash my upper body I soaked one end of the dinky towel I have. Once done Uncle came over and coaxed me to rinse the sweat and grime out. In the light he would have been aghast at how dirty the towel is anyway.
I'm now clean, dry, happy and ready for bed.
Soon after heading up the way I heard some voices chatting from the darkness. I was wary to get close, but decided to take my chances.
I came across a hamlet where the some old people were sitting on a porch discussing things as elderly people do. They were equally pleasantly surprised to see me.
I managed to communicate that I'd like to pitch my tent on the sandy patch of earth next to their home. They welcomed me to set up camp under the portico of a yet to be finished building.
They were very entertained as I unpacked the tent and blew up my mattress. As you know, the way I hear Chinese folks talking isn't the message they are actually relaying. My first instinct was that they will promptly ask me to move on as the crowd grew larger. I was put at ease when the laughter started as an elderly lady tried to take my sweat soaked t-shirt and wash it.
I was greatful for the gesture but insisted I wash my horrid clothing myself. To wash my upper body I soaked one end of the dinky towel I have. Once done Uncle came over and coaxed me to rinse the sweat and grime out. In the light he would have been aghast at how dirty the towel is anyway.
I'm now clean, dry, happy and ready for bed.
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