1. I do not know where we are. The route has been altered and I do not know where I am, and I do not like it, Don I am. Where am I, Don, where. The hotel is strange and the town is strange. I do not know what is here.
2. Another journey in the van. We stopped in one village and was invited into a local house by a farmer. A chance meeting. We sat in his Courtyard. He made us tea and his wife picked a pomegranite for us. He grows rice, broadbeans and garlic and has three mos. 1 hectare is 15 mos. The Government support farmers now and his gets 30 yuan for each mo. He has to pay 20 mo per annum for water and irrigation. He earns about 1000 to 1500 pounds per annum. His daughter's husband who works in a milk powder factory earns 100 pounds and gets accommodation and food thrown in. They own a pig, a cow and chickens. All supplement the income from the crops. They were very hospitable.
3. In an extremely smelly internet cafe at the moment. The hotel does not have one. I wonder how we shall spend the evening and what on earth we shall eat here.
4. Good to hear about Jo and Roy and the new house. A hog roast how posh.
5. Let me know how the bike ride went and the rehearsal. Are you aiming for a star part or something? A monk or Jesus?
6. The moon festival is being celebrated at the moment. Quite an auspicious festival in the calendar over here. They all buy moon cakes, though do not look particularly appetising.
7. Got to get out of this place
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1 Come back to the buildings, Christa Wilson. Come back to tea, to scones, to the London Road, to the maidenly Marion. Come back, your time is up.
2 Come back to daily showers. To a game of bridge. To a warm, companionable bed, to a cup of tea in the morning.
3 And to late summer sunshine.
Stayathome
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