Paul Furneaux: 旅路 | TABIJI

...We traversed four steep mountain paths and covered over 40 km that day, surrounded by huge ancient trees. The temple nestled into a hollow in what seemed like towering cliffs. The path was lush with beautiful pale orchids and many birds’ songs regaled us as we walked...
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... It had rained heavily the day before and now it was even heavier... The almost roar of water rushing down hillsides, spilling over roads and branching into paddy fields, along channels and eventually to the raging river...
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...Carrying on there were lots of freshly planted rice paddies, swallows darting through the sky, even large black swallow tipped butterflies bigger than my hand. Scuttling small lizards and a huge assortment of bugs and insects to remind me I am somewhere else. Bird song at times lost to the rumble of trucks on the nearby road...
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....Big butterflies floated by. All along were swallows darted around and often nestled in the shade of front doors. Following the river meant you had this constant satisfying sound...
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