Saturday, June 27: After enjoying my dinner and beer at the Green Garden Hotel, I walk back to Seven Stars and Moon to see the rice terraces as the sun goes down. I’ve seen a lot of photographs of the water-filled terraces reflecting the clouds, and this time I’m able to get a couple of my own.
The sky is quite dramatic this evening, and the light is magical.
I walk along the same terraces where I’d walked earlier today and enjoy the views in the fading light.
Finally, I head back into Ping’An, where I find these pretty table runners, one of which I add to my collection of souvenirs from China. Mine is not shown here.
I pass by my earlier resting place at the Green Garden Hotel, with its festive red lanterns.
Soon after, I encounter this feisty little lady who tries to sell me some of her goods; however, I already bought a table runner from someone else and I’m not in the market for what she’s selling. She does, however, convince me to come into her humble abode for a foot & leg massage. After my long walk today, I’m an easy target. She tells me she is 51 years old and her name is Pah-mee.
She doesn’t do the massage herself, but has another Chinese woman do it. The massage parlor is not quite like most spas, but seems to be just part of the woman’s house.
After the massage, I try to find my way back to the hostel without much success. Some of the walkways are very dark and drop off steeply into black abysses. I keep turning on my phone flashlight so that I won’t fall off one of the cliffs. As many times as I’ve walked around Ping’An, I can’t figure out where on earth I am. I seem to be going around in circles. In the dark, the normal landmarks that guided me in daylight are not readily apparent.
Only after many convolutions do I find myself in a recognizable place. At long last, around 9:00 p.m., I’m at the hostel, and I settle in with my book, giving my feet a much-needed rest.