I’ve been worrying if I could meet a good translator in Langmusi. That worry was found unnecessary when I started working with Qijia, a young Tibetan on his way to college. It’s a tedious process that requires a lot of time and patience. Luckily, Qijia has both.
So, I did two days of translation, working more than 10 hours a day. The summer days are so generous, even with that schedule, I still have time to go for a short hike in the afternoon, along the White Dragon river or up one of the small hills. One of the dusks I walked up a reddish cliff overlooking the whole town of Langmusi, the other one I met three Tibetan women digging for Caterpillar Fungus who were surprised to see a Chinese walking in the mountain alone. On one sunny afternoon, young monks played by the river while I walked the river bank and checking out tadpoles and flowers. It’s wonderful to have tadpoles and flowers.