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Coming out of Mr. Shis home, we were accompanied by a man surnamed Yang, deputy director of the village committee, to walk around the village. He kept introducing everything we saw to us on the way: the newly-built cement road through village, the four drum towers in the north, south, east and west, the elementary school built with mixed structure of cement etc.
After saying goodbye to the happy old men in the Elderly's Recreation Center, we walked our way up along the stairs paved with slate. We then came to Feishan Temple, a place where the Dong villagers worship their ancestors of ancient tribes. It's located half way up on a mountain slope and occupies an area of thirty square meters or so, not that big. Both the threshold and the door frames are made of local shale of a sandy nature. Entering the temple, we could see a shrine in the center of the wall facing the door.
Earlier this winter, four of us took a trip of over one hundred kilometers from Guilin to Sanjiang, a town in the Dong minority county where we spent a few days investigating the area. It was a great trip, which allowed us to explore the original ecological existence and experience the lifestyle of the Dong people. More importantly, we learned more about this ethnic group.
A Trip to the Dong Village: Part Ⅰ
2013-01-11 | China travel Guide
The winding mountain road seemed to be endless. Sometimes it's so narrow that it's just alright for one car to get through. I had to hunk a lot whenever arriving at a sharp bend, in fear that people driving from the other direction might not see us coming. I dared not to see the beautiful views out of the windows, such as tea plantations, rice terraces and villages, all so appealing. Grasping the steering-wheel so tightly, my hands were wet. Including Ms. Zhao, there were five of us in the jeep, who are all supporting pillars of families with old and young. Could I afford to be careless, even for just a second?