Ningxia

Still in Guyuan. Still in the Dust. Still in the Bus. Its the second week in Ningxia province in China and it is consuming me. Up to six hours we spend every day in crowded buses riding over the pothole minefields euphemistically called streets here. Sometimes we reach Jiao Cha, 'our village', in less than 3 hours. The villagers have never seen anybody from the outside world. It is extraordinary. We have chosen a family which we have been visiting for the last weeks. Their life is a struggle incomparable to anything I have ever seen, but still they have not lost their will to life.
There are no problems with the government or police, in fact the local government organized a driver for us.
This place is like a desert. The dust gets in everywhere, even the food in the village restaurant is dusty. There are no pictures yet, because they might be for the German magazine. I will post them as soon as possible.