It snowed all night.
When I got on the road this morning, much to the protest of my host, there were three inches of slush and snow everywhere. There are no ploughs here, and no salt. It took me three and a half hours to struggle the 30 kilometres to Xinhuang, what should have been an hour and a half ride.
The first thing I noticed about Guizhou was the food, which changed the instant I crossed the border. The favorite of street sellers seems to be parsley dipped in batter and deep fried.
There is little difference between a minority region and anywhere else. Minorities are allowed extra children, so I saw frequent PSA signs encouraging the voluntary one-child lifestyle.
My body felt a good deal better today, but I still have some major problems facing me. I cannot keep biking in weather like this morning. In addition to being painfully slow, it is also dangerous. I fell off my bike twice this morning, and although I was fine, I know from experience how easy it is to break an arm or a foot. This is not the time or place to take that risk.
The weather report calls for snow, snow, and more snow. If the roads are bad tomorrow morning, I will wait and see if it melts by late morning. If it does not, then I am stuck here for now.
Regards,
Niko