We had a good blog post written for today, but sometime between writing it and getting near a wi-fi connection the whole thing disappeared off the iPod. And so an incredible piece of travel writing, perhaps the best in the genre, was lost to humanity forever. Also recently lost: my electric razor, which got left behind at the last place we stayed.
So here’s the annoyed, stubbly version: Southern Fujian is balmy and lush, a huge difference from frozen western Hunan a week ago. Yesterday we went up into the mountains and to see some Hakka areas and their well-known tulou (“dirt buildings”). In the original post I provided a detailed and entertaining explanation of both of those words, but that was before I had to shave with a lousy Chinese razor. Now you can just go look them up on Wikipedia yourself.
Anyway, we stayed in the area all day, relaxing in the warmer weather, hanging out with one of the local families (okay, they really just wanted to see Owen and have us eat at their restaurant), and venturing out on an afternoon hike up through the tea terraces. After a long dinner involving pig’s feet and local tea, we stayed the night in the main tulou for $4 per person. Surrounded by old paintings on the walls done by former residents of our room, and warm and dry under big blankets as the rain splashed down on the 200-year-old roof above and courtyard below, we crafted a richly-woven tale of our journey on my iPod.
Today, that tulou is still working as intended. Not so for my lousy 6-month-old iPod.