Recently, I've been having incredible trouble sleeping in China. The
school next door to my flat plays rousing music at 6:30 am, at a volume
which it's own speakers can't cope with not to mention my head. This seems to be the cue for
the entire neighbourhood to get up, coughing and spluttering in unison,
some taking the unsubtle approach and simply yelling
AAWOOOYYYYAAAARGGHHHHHHH, a more maverick attempt at clearing whatever
monstrous affliction blights their asophogus'.
So the man above I certainly envy. He could be on a deserted beach, waves lapping gently at his feet. But actually he's next to the busiest road in Guilin.
In other news, last week I got married. Here is the remarkable and stunning Daisy, in the first picture I ever took of her:
While I'm still struggling to understand that anyone would marry me without either physical or pharmaceutical coercion, I'm reminded of this short anecdote:
Once after a heated quarrel a wife said to her husband, "you know, I was a fool when I married you". The husband muttered under his breath, "yes dear, but I was in love and didn't really notice."
Or as the silver-tongued Chairman Mao put it, "hard hard study, day day up." His English was never particularly impressive.
This young girl I met in a cavernous book shop in Xian. She spoke gregarious English, striking up conversation as she bounced on one foot then the other, extremely sure of herself in a manner that only kids get away with.
This young girl I met sheltering by the side of the road on a rainy day in Zhengzhou. Her mother collects and recycles rubbish for their income, and cannot afford to send the daughter to school.
What's that?! A heavy handed juxtaposition? You best believe.
I will attempt to write more posts on this stuttering blog now that I'm finally settled in a new city, and hopefully switch more from photography to journalism. Right after I learn Chinese.....