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They were snorting things at her as she sashayed by, but their swine language was beyond me.
Anyone willing to translate?
"....................................................................................." They were snorting things at her as she sashayed by, but their swine language was beyond me. Anyone willing to translate?
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The next morning I woke to roosters crowing and the sight from my bedroom window through dense fog of villagers washing under taps in the yards, tipping the leftover breakfast noodles to the chooks (what kind of spell-check is this that doesn't recognise the word "chook"?) and then traipsing off out to the paddies again with the ducks and the geese and the buffalo. I dragged on another few layers of clothes, grabbed the camera and did same: Gemma and dawn on one of their rare encounters, and no-one was hurt. This day goes down in my Chinese travelling experience as one of the best! I walked, took photos, scrambled down just about any track I found along the road (found a few villages at the end of a couple of them), sampled some of the snacks at the grill stand in front of a school, tried on some native clothes in one of the local tailors for the fun of it and collected kids until at one stage we were a straggling bunch of about 15 squealing laughing kids and me. I finished my day of walking at the Bada lookout a few hours before sunset. From there I was treated to extraordinary views of the entire Yuanyang valley, and the grand (and steep) slopes of flooded rice terraces glinting in the late afternoon sun. Magic! Click here to view the Yuanyang Rice Terraces album.
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