A lengthy while it has been friends since I dropped some words in this here blog.Â Iâ€™ve been basking in the glory and spontaneity of traveling Asiaâ€¦ but alas, I will now compile a travel journal of my traveling journeys for you to indulge in if you so desire.Â Here goesâ€¦.
After a string of successful shows in Shanghai, Beijing, and Li Jiang, I left the Motherland, China, with a full belly and great respect for the impressive and powerful country that it is.Â The Jue Festival treated me tremendously well, introducing me to new and interesting cuisine, good people, and more new and interesting cuisine.Â Following the tour, I took the opportunity to travel through Chinaâ€™s Yunnan Province, a beautiful region with various villages made up of ancient cobble stone paths and culture as old as written history itself. Â In many places I was instantly taken back to what felt like ten thousand years prior. Villagers wore traditional garb, goats ran freely, and human and donkey backs were stacked with sticks and anything else large and bulky that us westerners would consider hiring movers with a half tonne truck for. In some of the artist communities I chummed around with China’s most renown folk artists, churning up songs after songs, night after night, by campfire light where there was no shortage of drinking rice wine (bai jo) until the wee hours. The flavour of bai jo resembles somewhat of a cross between paint thinner and gasoline. Eeash.
Man Zo (this means good-bye in mandarin, but only if you are saying good-bye to someone who is physically leaving from the spot youâ€™re currently in)