The landscape has become one large dense jungle. With strength, plots are cleared away for tobacco, rice and corn. I watch as locals spend hours working in the field, under a hot humid sun, standing bare foot in mud. I am invited for lunch and given a bowl of rice, some salted vegetables.Cigarettes pass from hand to hand to mine, a smile and then a puff. A cup of Pu’er fermented tea. The sky grows dark, thunder, then a strong down pour. Lightning flashes. The road becomes one large mud puddle, and the mountains begin to wash away, dirt moves, rocks tumble and cars stop. I am on the remotest of roads heading toward the Laos border. If it is not food or tobacco growing then it is tea as I am about 200 km from the famous city of Pu’Er (one of China’s most popular teas sold in small to large “cakes”).
How interesting Julian. The world is full of wondrous places. Thanks for allowing me to follow along. We are experiencing lots of wildfires in the Sierra and Big Sur. Lots of red sunsets and smokey air. It has been very hot. Looking forward to fall. Best wishes, Carla
I couldn’t agree with you more. I always think of the oak groves in upper foothills of Fresno as the most beautiful place during the fall season. The large bare trees surrounded by red and yellow leaves. Just know that although exotic and beautiful out here I miss home, and Shaver Lake.