LiJiang Momma Tats
bing dalla
6 laya choco icecream barsa!
Fiiiinally out of the smog (probs why the chinese are always horking up mad disgusting luggees an spitting them at my feet - smoglung) We're up 2,500 feet in Old Town Lijiang, Yunnan province.. and it's crazy China bewitch-beautiful. Sweet shteez, cobble roads two meters wide, Old Town is literally that: hunchin up the mountain roofbyroof, made by hand an donkey cart, it's a releif to be away from China-commercial-slime in this cool blue air.
I'm wearin mondo blue tibetan gypsy pants an the butter vest Tiff made me, plus bells and things.. brostir is taking a nap in our brickstraw pagoda mt. villa - we drank black choco porter in a hemp-electro bar (Nixie!) last night in Chengdu, looking over the VanCity style skyscape... I'va grey 20day old puppy on my lap who I've dubbed Grey Dog (after royal Grey Cat) and am munching orange cherries the size of little blueberries. Not so bad. Could be better, could tear into that mango. Could put the peel on brostirs face.
The dogs are mangy and run the place. I mistakenly patted an ol bitches head and it felt like a furry terraneous bug colony. ugh. Momma dog is a poodle mutt all shaved 'cept for her featherdust tail tip. Her tats dangle...
Not much doing yet, plan to get lost asap - apparently the 3 min. walk from here to the lotus eatery was too hard for me to figure out so I'm gonna be fuuucked real quick (info: The Great Firewall de China has blocked swearing on SKYPE!?!).. there are no signs, no roads, jus twisting wall upon wall of bricks and wood doors into rock pavilions of tea, old chairs, windchimes and incense. I'm becoming addicted to tea. A mountain stream runs under old plank bridges, everywhere basket backed old woman wash clothes and veges in the coldness - I almost trust it; water with a complete absence of milkiness!
mouth full o' cherry pits
cedar sticks an cannabis
amber groats an sandle shit
sidenote: Maryjawanda grows wild here, in ditches by bathrooms, renegade in herb beds, ounces for some twobucksfiddycents, sold by ol'ladies with faces more wrinkled than them pugs. Mine an Brostirs only plan for the eve - to find us some Oldtownweeds, a pipe of sorts, eat fruit, and check out the mountain scape an plan our hikescape..
peaces of me
bxian