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| This was our second to last full day in China. As we approached the Vietnamese border, the roads seemed to get worse and worse. We expected a large, paved road crossing into Vietnam, but instead we found a small dirt road full of holes and mud pits. In this picture we were riding down a 40km hill through rain and thick fog. The fog was actually so dense that we could not see more than a couple of feet afead of us. When we took the picture, the fog had started to lift, and soon it stopped raining too... |
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| Riding our bikes down the mountain, we passed a little village. As I got off to take this picture, a kid from the village saw me and started approaching. He seemed curious about Ed and I, two wet, muddy strangers on their dirty bikes, but also shy - so he came within a few feet from us and squatted in the middle of the road to watch. He was very interested in my bike and looked attentively at it from a distance, as I took the picture of his village. He was about 16 years old. I waved to him as I got back on my bike . He waved in return, and we both went back to our two different worlds. |
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| Coming down the mountain in the fog, we heard a rumble, and the closer we got to it, the lowder it grew. Eventually, we discovered that the noise was made by a torrent of mud, rushing down from above, passing under the road we rode on and continuing down into the valley. Below us we saw a blue truck that had somehow fallen down the mountain and was now being washed away by the muddy torrent. There was a police car nearby with two guys inside, who waited for the rain to stop and the fog to lift before coming out and taking pictures of the crash scene. The truck in question is in the picture below, at the bottom. |
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