Our daily holiday plans have been in limbo due to the impending typhoon. Chinese weather tracking is extremely sketch and southern China
isn't that important of a location to warrant sufficient weather reports. As an example, forecast declared the typhoon could happen anytime between Monday and Wednesday. However, as I type this post the winds have picked up dramatically, so we may sleep through the torrential downpour this round.
Compounded by the fact that we didn't wake up until noon today and had dinner plans at six, our range to explore was limited. It had been mentioned that a road cut through the village (located across from our campus gate) that connected with another village. I have been trying to figure out where the locals get their vegetables as our local stand hosts a rather small selection and her prices make me question her honesty.
The village appears tiny, but becomes larger within its boundaries thanks to the typical Asian alleyways. Crumbling masonry and gated complexes are the backdrop to clucking chickens and imaginary sword fights between the children. Every so often, we would stumble upon a family shrine bearing the signs of burnt incense and fruit offerings.
We never found the road, but we did discover the local temple. The door was locked, but we discreetly undid the latch and took a peek within the walls.
The murals were intricate and beautiful. The decor was odd, not the typical temple adornment which made us think this is honoring a local deity.
Strolling out of the village we were shocked to find a man toting a rifle. Guns are illegal in China and we have never seen one outside of the military issue variety.
We don't know what he was hunting, but we didn't stay around long after I snapped this picture.
We spent our evening hosting two students, Nicole and Damon. Nicole is one of our students, whereas Damon is a engineering student who wants so badly to talk with a foreign teacher. (English majors are the envy of the school for they have foreign teachers to actually teach them English. Most departments clamor and nearly beg to have foreigners work for them.) They were eager to learn and experiment with western food, which made the kitchen a lively place for the evening.