Today’s neat photo comes from frequent commenter Heather, who blogs on the neat website Ferreting Out the Fun.
Although a city girl at heart, some of my favorite travel moments have taken place in small towns and rural villages far from the bustle of urban tourist centers. One such moment occurred in Fuli Ancient Town, a centuries-old hamlet along the banks of the peaceful Li River deep in central China. We arrived by boat and, after clamoring ashore, crossed a wide field and entered the town through an archway with classically-peaked eaves. Climbing the last few stairs, we were suddenly greeted by a farmer and his water buffalo – a rather unconventional welcoming party. No other townspeople were in sight. The buffalo clomped slowly but steadily down the stairs as though he had made that same trek hundreds of times before while the farmer, laden with baskets of grass, followed dutifully behind. Noting the sign on the wall, I’ll always wonder: was the buffalo about to enjoy his own dinner or become someone else’s?