So I woke up this morning, looked out my window, and saw this. There was a bit more snow, but I couldn't see the road so I had to haul on some clothes, put on my slippers, and pad down to the door to look outside. After all, there was snow on the rooftops yesterday. Maybe the street would look a little more friendly.
Nope. It was snowing like crazy. I went back to my room, organized my bag, went out and got breakfast and some hot soymilk, and took a walk. It was still snowing, and getting harder.
I'm not going anywhere today.
Instead, I spent the morning on one of my favorite activities: wandering around a street market. I have never been to Guizhou before, so there were all sorts of things I have never seen. They sell big vats of premade stew and pickled peppers, bright crimson blocks of pigs blood, and all sorts of other things I had never seen.
I was fascinated by piles of golden yellow lumps that looked like old-fashioned cheeses. I bought some sliced just to see what it was. The woman offered to sell me four yuan worth, which seemed reasonable. She gave me a bag that must have been about a kilogram. It turned out to be some kind of hard, aged tofu.
I had nothing to do with a kilogram of aged tofu, so I stopped an ancient looking peasant woman with a wicker basket on her back who was out buying vegetables.
"Grandma," I said, "I bought this tofu but I can't use it. Would you like it?"
"What are you talking about?" she said.
"Can I give this to you?" I said, gestering to the tofu.
She stared at me blankly.
"Here, I'll put it in your basket, is that ok?" I said.
"How much money do you want?" she asked suspiciously.
"None! I don't want anything!" I said, and fled, leaving her confused and a kilogram of tofu the richer.
Here are some pictures from the market.
I'm not going anywhere today.
Instead, I spent the morning on one of my favorite activities: wandering around a street market. I have never been to Guizhou before, so there were all sorts of things I have never seen. They sell big vats of premade stew and pickled peppers, bright crimson blocks of pigs blood, and all sorts of other things I had never seen.
I was fascinated by piles of golden yellow lumps that looked like old-fashioned cheeses. I bought some sliced just to see what it was. The woman offered to sell me four yuan worth, which seemed reasonable. She gave me a bag that must have been about a kilogram. It turned out to be some kind of hard, aged tofu.
I had nothing to do with a kilogram of aged tofu, so I stopped an ancient looking peasant woman with a wicker basket on her back who was out buying vegetables.
"Grandma," I said, "I bought this tofu but I can't use it. Would you like it?"
"What are you talking about?" she said.
"Can I give this to you?" I said, gestering to the tofu.
She stared at me blankly.
"Here, I'll put it in your basket, is that ok?" I said.
"How much money do you want?" she asked suspiciously.
"None! I don't want anything!" I said, and fled, leaving her confused and a kilogram of tofu the richer.
Here are some pictures from the market.
Glutinous rice cakes and aged tofu blocks (left to right)
Searing pork with a blowtorch
Many pieces of a pig
Spices
Regards,
Niko
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