We are often told about what other countries eat. Here we have unequivocal proof that they really eat scorpions, tarantulas (with hair and all), centipedes and various disgusting insects. I am a glutton and I have no fear or aversion to food from anywhere I've been I will say that even though I was offered to try some I always declined. Many say they are good, like crisps, others think they are delicious. Very well, I do not like snails which are eaten in both Spain and France, so this along with grilled voles which I saw eaten in Laos was one of the most disgusting things I have ever seen in a human mouth. Enjoy!
The Nanchang market was endless, a tangle of unending streets full of stalls that offered food, gifts, animals, crafts, and basically an endless assortment of things. The sun beat down and that seemed like people liked it. There were girls with umbrellas, people in pairs and with their family, shopkeepers selling unbelievable things to the eyes of Europeans, with loudspeakers, music, and even dancing, while I was freaking out because of all that I was seeing. The best thing was that for the first time in China I found myself loose among those people; the Chinese, if a little cold at first, are very nice people and the only thing wrong was, as I imagined, that I did not know them well. Once I got used to the people, I got along well with them...
It's awesome to see street artists pretty much anywhere in the world. They're artists who can take their talent anywhere, on any street or square. This one man I saw was a big dude and from his wooden stool he drew these spectacular cardstocks. He only did what the customer asked him to do. On this particular occasion he was drawing the name of a Chinese girl who was at his side. Chinese characters are much more interesting to look at than just a plain old name written on a piece of paper. They're a beautiful drawing that you can hang on your wall.
The Chinese call this city Na Chang and the Europeans call it Nanchang, don't get the name wrong when you are there! The city surprised me with a super-early morning market where I spent a great day. Yet, despite the proximity to the east, where many tourists often visit, the villagers were surprised to see me and my camera. However, unlike in other places I have visited, here the people were really nice and cheerful and, due to the holiday, everyone was in high spirits. I spent three days resting here after a train journey of a thousand miles and one week of cycling across the regions of Guangxi and Guizhou and the Yangzi basin. I have no pictures of the last few days since I broke my camera going over a bump in the road on my bike.