Click on this image and have a look at the scene full size. It captures the essence of the mountains in this region.
If you look very carefully you can see a village cradled in the valley, illuminated by the sun. This village is typical of this area and illustrates how remote villages can be in this region.
The sun was so bright it was difficult to get an exposure in the gorge. The atmosphere felt ancient and untouched ,rarely visited by folk . We asked our horseman who grew up in the adjacent village if any westerners had been here before . He laughed and said never .
As the gap narrowed we decided we could travel no further due to rockfalls and general obstructions .It had been worth the trip and as we made our way back to the pathway the spell cast by One line Sky gently slipped away leaving us with the memory of somewhere very special .
This is a sight seen throughout this region in rural communities. The corn had recently been harvested and here the cobs are hung out to dry. Once ready the corn is twisted off with a very clever but simple device leaving the husks for livestock feed.
Nothing is wasted and these corn stalks will be fed to the Buffalo.
This is where we stayed while we were in Liming. Wherever one looks in Liming the mountains tower over the town casting their cold shadow. Like specters starving us of the sun.
Every morning locals trip down to the high street to collect their breakfast . Hot steamed bread made in the street . This is often eaten with a type of chili paste and walnut butter tea if you are feeling peckish. I preferred warm honey but my favorite was banana.
We eat in the same cafe for all our meals . This is a picture of the kitchen where the girls that delivered unforgettable meals.
And yes this is cafe no name. How often do you eat with a fur hat and full puffer jacket on. Although the sun was out on this day the temperature was very cold indeed.The air exceptionally dry.
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