The light was flat and grey and any pictures of note were beyond my ability. I had a couple of hours, walked a bit, sweat like a bovine and snapped away.
Here's the result.
Not a bad place and certainly greener than other places in China I've been, but somehow I expected it to be a bit more dramatic. I'd heard lots of advance press on the place and I suppose the weather contributed to the deflated reaction I had to this city of poets and artists.I'm probably a bit jaded.
I attended a couple of dinners, and being a provincial capital, the food really made few allowances for a western palate.
One thing I noticed was there was no rice.
"Rice is the food of the poor" I was told and for big events isn't the "done" thing.
I like rice.
But as you all know I AM a man of the poor.
"It's cooked in dirt" I was told.
It doesn't look very nice as the flesh has a grey-ish tinge.
I can say it was tender to the point of falling off the bone with the touch of a chopstick.
The "touch of a chopstick".
I'm sooo in tune with the culture in the Middle Kingdom huh?
Love to all