30.4.09
28.4.09
Deqin Detail - Offering
27.4.09
26.4.09
25.4.09
Ganden (North Shangrila) Monestary
24.4.09
Cats and custom cigarettes
New Years Eve (Chinese New Year) we were stuck in "Shangrila". In winter there is nothing about this place. We smokes which made the cat really interesting. He was on the string all night, a rowdy one who competed for my attention along with a drunk Tibetan who showed up in a silk fur jacket and a cowboy hat and wanted to challenge everyone to a signing duel. Later in bed I awoke to the sound of a yelling duel, when I opened the door to look downstairs I found the yelling due was actually a fist duel taking place right outside my room. Ah the fun of Chinese New Year.
23.4.09
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18.4.09
Hill Top (see Bamboo for outside gate)
Locked Out
... the next few moments were really awkward as I was taking pictures of her and her doorway. She reached the top of the stairs and the only problem is that when we had shut the door it had locked behind us. So, we had to stand there while the woman (this is the exact moment in fact) turned around and saw us. Rather, saw me, the guy who had asked her to come into her home the day before. I knew she knew that she had not locked the door. I also knew that she knew that "we" had been in her house and shut the door, locking it. So I stood there, trying not to laugh (I know this is horrible), and my Chinese friend standing tall as all military men should was similarly horrified and trying not to laugh. The woman scowled, looked around, shook the door, glared at us, shook the door, and started cussing. We couldn't move. We knew she knew we were responsible but if we moved it would tell her that we knew she knew that we did it. So we stood there. She glared, shook the door cusing, and we stood there some more. This shacking, scowling and cusing went on for some time. Finally she walked down the stairs, looking over her shoulder at us and went away. I don't know where too, and so we at that point knew that we should leave right away.
16.4.09
Going Home
I had met this woman the day before and asked if we could see her home as it had some really interesting doors in really strange places. She shooed me away and wasn't impressed. At the time she was arguing with her grandson, telling him not to leave the house while she was away. At the time I thought, "damn, if only I had knocked on the door after she had left, the kid might have let me in!". So the next day I went back (with a Chinese friend, one part of a very interesting couple, he works in the Navy) and had asked if he could translate. When we got to the house he went right up to the door, knocked, no answer, so he went inside...I was mortified. "No one home" he said (motioned) as we looked around the entrance way and poked our heads here and there. As we left he closed the door behind him with a clink. As we came down the steps I took out my camera to take a picture of the doorway and at that exact moment she arrived, as if it was planned...
15.4.09
13.4.09
Carry Chairs
12.4.09
Hay Bundles
8.4.09
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4.4.09
Tomb Builders Part 1
We rented bikes that barely worked and trudged around Lijiang and the surrounding areas. Our search was for old tomb sites that we'd seen from the bus to Luga Hu. What we found were some magical places and an industry of stone, white clouds, and chisles.
2.4.09
Dance, dance, dance
Look down and you see the fish. Follow the river and you see the exact same up and down the street in old town Lijiang. Where disco cowboys meet something else.
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