-An Account of Day 3: Written By Stefan
Hey guys and girls (or nu hai zi, nan hai zi for those chinese speakers), Stefan here. As my quirky sister mentioned previously, I will offer a completely different perspective to our vacation, one tinged with that theme we all know and love – philosophy.
NOTE: Before reading, note the Chinese version is below. This is an attempt to bypass the great firewall of China by catering to government officials, and thus may contain a large amount of propaganda. Be warned.
Now, let me ask you this: What exactly is China?
Merriam’s free online dictionary (first link from googling “china definition”) offers two answers (or definitions) to our question:
1. A fine white or translucent vitrified ceramic material.
2. Household tableware or other objects made from this or a similar material.
Obviously my googling skills aren’t up to scratch.
Anyway, due to the ambiguous nature of the term “China”, I will talk about that one country we all know and love: yes, that's right. I'm talking about ... Zimbabwe. You can’t get any less ambiguous than Zimbabwe, can you?
But first, let me ask you this: What exactly is Zimbabwe?
Just kidding, xiao pengyu. But in a way, Zimbabwe leads to the topic this post is dedicated to today: Day 3.
Now, simpletons usually wouldn’t grasp the connection between Zimbabwe and Day 3 at first. Of course, there aren’t any. Thus, we may ascertain with a strong probability that it may be that I, Stefan, may be the simpleton – leading to a sense of irony. We have also established that “simpleton” is a subjective term, and thus labelling anyone as “simpleton” is merely a farce and may or may not have any credibility (dependent on the trustworthiness of the labeller).
Philosophy at its finest.
Anyway, back on topic – Day 3 was, well … tiring to say the least. And by “tiring”, I mean “tiring” in the way that spending 4 and a half hours of car travel in the middle seat with no breaks and a crazy driver who averaged 120 kph is “tiring”! (Try saying that in one breath – it’s grammatically correct!)
Anyway, the trip itself was fairly uneventful, unless of course you call passing under tunnels “events” – in which case the trip was very, very eventful – 46 times eventful, to be exact. Guizhou is known for its mountains, and what better way to view a mountain than to pass right underneath it? Right?
Anyway, since the trip took up around 60% of the day, I’d better elaborate – but first of all, how does one go about elaborating on a car trip?
That depends. First, we must define elabor –
Okay, we’re done with the philosophy. Anyway, there was one important detail I missed out on – we spent roughly 30 minutes stuck in a traffic jam – due to a car crash up ahead. Obviously, this is contradictory to my sister’s previous blog post – they obviously weren’t wearing seatbelts! Har-har. But of course, it may well have been due to the fact that the road was icy and thus dangerous, rather than a lack of seatbelt usage (though it may well have been both.)
As we drove by, I couldn’t help but notice the picturesque nature of the scenery. Peculiar mountains shrouded by a gloomy mist, greenery contrasting the numerous unoccupied buildings dotting the countryside – to say the least, it was, well … picturesque.
From time to time we passed a lone stranger walking by the side of the highway – carrying an obviously heavy load on their backs, ignoring lumbering trucks and our crazy 120 kph sedan to continue trudging along (to where, I couldn’t say) – which only added to the whole naturalistic feel of it all. However, there was one exception, and that was some poor old man in rags wandering aimlessly in the middle of the road, obviously distressed – I couldn’t say this was a highlight (nor an addition) to our picturesque journey.
When we arrived at the farm house, we found dinner waiting for us – it was 7 o’clock, and our grandma had delayed eating from their usual time of 5 o’clock, just for us! The dinner was surprisingly delicious and fresh, which actually isn’t so surprising considering that we were eating in a “farm” house – which surprisingly, is right next to a farm.
At the conclusion of our dinner we were all so knackered (well I was, anyway), that I proceeded through the next 3 hours in a dream state. However, I dimly recall a hole in the ground as substituting for our toilet – and although this probably wouldn’t be a contender for the best memory to retain from a dream state experience, it would soon become the most important.
With this in mind, I lumbered into bed with dreams of the preceding day - and possibly - of days to come.
P.S Although that would be a poetic and fitting way to end our blog post, for those of you looking for the Chinese version, I was lying. In other words, you got pwned.
P.S.S For clarification, I got up at 12:00 – so after brunch, we hopped into the car and were on our way.
P.P.P.S For the lack of picturesque scenery photos you can blame our SD Memory Card. Most of our photos were saved on there...darn it, Memory Card!
P.P.P.P.S An extra P.S ... for the lulz.