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Leaving PingTang, to LiPou
[Don't know what the name means ]
(5th Sep)
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Wake up really early in the morning and feeling a little lost -
I have to leave today. I want to enjoy this place while
I can so I take a walk along the river.
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Lao
Lin and his wife is already up. And gee, what is he doing! He killed
one of his duckies!!!
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Standing on the shore watching Lao Lin washing the "homing duckie",
I am flattered yet at the same time saddened.
Lao Lin keeps a dog, a horse, a
buffalo, chickens and homing duckies. These duckies are like family
members and now he gives one of them up to serve a farewell
breakfast to a guy he has known for 2 days. I am deeply moved.
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Red
bean, corn, and whatever makes up this colorful bowl of rice. A sad
pot of duckie. And not seen in the PIC is, never in Kam's breakfast
history, a FULL bowl of liquor.
This is a
breakfast hard to swallow, emotionally.
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Family
portrait with an intruder - from left to right, Mrs. Lin, Lin's
daughter Li, grandma, grand pa, Lin, and the intruder Kam.
Li has
dropped out of secondary school because of financial concern. And
that concern is only US$30/term.
I wouldn't
want to contaminate these honest people by giving them money for my
2-day stay. So I sponsor Li to go back to school. That may be the
first move I take to follow my grandpa's footstep in GuiZhou.
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9:30am. The same team of officials that toke me here reappears and
take me away. It's like a hole in a time machine. I went in a couple
of days ago, loved it, and then the hole opens up again, a bunch of
time cops come out and arrest me.
I am back to reality.
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I may not have found out this very moment. Another climax is waiting
for me .. ..
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The officials relayed me from county to county and from city to city. I
have no idea of where I am. Only thing I know is I am going to LiPou.
It's a beautiful place in the south most of QS and it's under my
request that they send me there. On my own GuiZhou itinerary, it's the
last place I have control over - or at least that's what I thought.
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Lunch is at DuShan
[Lone-Hill ]
county. Again, it's the kind of
a political lunch
which you only have time to drink but no time to eat. Adding to the
bowl of liquor I had during breakfast, I am half done when I head for
a school in DuShan.
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And on we go to LiPou.
In the past few days, I have had too much alcohol and, worse of all,
too much spicy food. In the long ride to LiPou, I feel something
fermenting at a scary rate in my intestine. If not suppressed with my
utmost effort, I can become the biggest source of natural gas on
earth. .. .. Oh no .. .. no .. .. 
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Close look at GuiZhou's terrace. |
Beautiful!
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A village in the middle of somewhere.
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Another village. No bus goes there.
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And no taxi. |
This is a "hanging foot" hut of the BuYi tribe. The hut is
lifted above the ground and things can be stored at the bottom.
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Looks like .. .. I don't know.
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It's a long ride. My
intestine is storming and my butt falls asleep. Are we there yet?
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Late afternoon, I have my first look at LiPou the city. |
This is a snap shot of LiPou. My last shot before I go to dinner
with local officials.
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Then the unexpected happens .. ..
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