Having decided to head off towards the village of Zhongliu, we left behind the wide open vistas across valleys and entered a much more intimate landscape. Small hamlets were tucked into the folds of the land:
And the path itself neatly meandered between the layers of the rice terraces:
Small details of the landscape became more readily visible; a previous post featuring a butterfly was taken along this section of the path, a snake slithered across the path in front of me before I could get my camera out and splashes of colour punctuated the vast canvas of green ripening rice.
In the Ping An area, the local people were from the Zhuang Ethnic Minority, but as we left the second viewpoint and headed for Zhongliu, we entered an area more inhabited by the Yao. One elderly local lady in traditional costume followed us for 15 or 20 minutes, desperately trying to ‘sell’ us her services as guide, porter, photographic model….anything she could think of in fact. Eventually, without being too rude, we managed to convince her that we didn’t require any of her multiple talents and left her at the side of the path – incongruously with a mobile phone glued to the side of her head. It was not to be our last encounter, thankfully, with a fellow member of her ethnicity.