Our Huangmei Taxi idle as Haiyan buys loads of fruit to deliver as offerings to the temple.
Village People. The taxi, as we eventually ascend through mountain road side villages, is nearly impaled by a 15 ft bamboo pole carried by a small old women, nearly collided with a huge hog walking up the middle of the road, and beamed about five people who didn't respond or perhaps know how to respond to the rules of the road {those being primarily to 1.) honk when you are behind someone 2.) honk when passing someone, and 3.) to honk after having sucessfully passed someone.}
Destination: those Mountains.
Our Huangmei Taxi idle as Haiyan buys loads of fruit to deliver as offerings to the temple.
Village People. The taxi, as we eventually ascend through mountain road side villages, is nearly impaled by a 15 ft bamboo pole carried by a small old women, nearly collided with a huge hog walking up the middle of the road, and beamed about five people who didn't respond or perhaps know how to respond to the rules of the road {those being primarily to 1.) honk when you are behind someone 2.) honk when passing someone, and 3.) to honk after having sucessfully passed someone.}
Destination: those Mountains.