Zhaoxing

Next morning got a bus which said it was going to Zhaoxing,
it actually just went to Luoxiang which meant an hour and a half walk with all my bags in the mid day sun.
Zhauxing is the largest village of the Dong minority, still really small.
It is a little more tourist developed (spoilt?) than Xijiang.
The village is located at the bottom of a valley, again wooden buildings prevail.
The old Dong women spend alot of time beating dark blue die into fabric with a wooden mallet.
I went for a long walk up the valley and up the mountainside to another, much less visited Dong village. I found a path back down through all the rice fields, really nice, peacefull and pituresque.
On the second evening I was treated to a performance of traditional music and dance.
This was primarily for local consumption, I was the only foreign tourist attending.
The dacing was really good quality, quite athletic, beats the tibetans sleave waving line dancing I'm afraid.
Most of the performances seemed to have the theme of occasions when young guys and girls have the chance to meet each other, some had pantomime like phisical comedy.
One was titeled "no music no love" and featured 5 guys on the hunt for girls, when they found 4 girls, 4 of the guys got out their musical instruments to impress. The last guy just hit on each of the girls in turn and was shoved, fliped and stabbed with an imaginary sowing needle, let that be a lesson to ya.