Traveling in places with scenery thatโs out of this world, one is guaranteed to have unusual encounters.
On our stroll to photograph the rice terrace in Longsheng, China, a boy in the middle of the road caught our attention, hunched down, dried noodles in hands.
We got down to his level and had a short but meaningful exchange:โWhat are you doinggg?โ
Him:โIโm feeding ants.โ
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He recognized our subsequent amazement. And we went on with our journey. On the way, I remembered another encounter earlier in the day, when we waited for the bus to take us up here from the foot of the village.
It was a long wait by only the two of us, until a person in the outfit of a peasant (judging by the straw hat) got near and sat down next to us. As meeting locals is always what we love in travels, I was getting ready to have a fun and meaningful exchange of our respective experiences and background. When he turned around and spoke to us, I noticed his fair skin under the hat, fair for a peasant.
โThereโs been great improvement to the peopleโs quality of life in this regionโ, he said.
Seemingly acknowledged his comment, I was searching for words to compliment his skin.
But, after a brief pause, off he went, leaving us befuddled about what just happened.
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After this many years, that little boy popped up in my head the other day. I wonder, if his ants got big from his dried noodles.
