Rice, laid out on bamboo fiber drying pads.
Rice plant stalks, gathered for transformation into rice paper.
Bamboo being cut down to size. Its final destiny? Sticks of bamboo incense.
Sichuan mountains, in all their sunny green glory.
That’s a lot of bamboo….
Corn for the chickens, red banners for the ancestors.
The all-important hóng jiāo.
Taro (yù tou) crop.
Note the hóng jiāo drying on the roof.
A road guardian meant to protect travelers–I guess that’s us!
A quiet grave in a bamboo grove. Whenever possible, ancestors are buried near living relatives’ homes.
A Chinese village home.
Impromptu emergency housing for earthquake victims.
Amber and me, very sweaty victors over Wáng Shān.
Xīn Chǎng–(old) new market.
More Xīn Chǎng.
Offerings to ancestors, including “heavenly money”, written prayers, apples, and glasses of báijiǔ.
“Heavenly money” and faux silver, gifts for the ancestors for sale in Xīn Chǎng.
Whole-fried duck–probably more appealing when it’s not 90+ Fahrenheit out.
Pig’s blood stir fry, if you’re game.
While my best friend Amber was visiting me in China, we took a gamble.
Qingcheng Shān (Qingcheng Mountain) is a well-known tourist destination in these parts. A quick consultation with Dr. Google will provide a bevy of beautiful photographs. But when I called to set up a trip with Mr. Lee, a local English-speaking tour guide, he warned us of the crowded commercialism that would be Qingcheng Shān on a Sunday. He encouraged us to try a different mountain instead.
He painted a pretty picture of Wáng Shān (King Mountain)–bamboo forest at the top, authentic, un-commercialized villages on the descent–so we said yes to the mystery tour. But as soon as I hopped off the phone, doubt swept in. What had we just signed up for? Continue reading “Ritual & Rice”