Sometimes my brain surprises me with what it drags out of my memory for my late night entertainment. Last night (or was it technically this morning?) it presented a vivid picture of a moment six years ago.
When the weekend came, our Yank and Brit contacts decided to take the foreign crew members (three of us) off to Guilin, where we'd experience the local tourism culture and go for boat rides among the weird peaks.
And then, at a funky truck stop (which I supposed was the happenin' location along that stretch of rural road) was a guy drawing a crowd with a camel. Because... why not? It suckered us in. I didn't get a picture, though, because my hands were chilled and cramped. And my brain was still in I-hope-we-don't-get-run-off-the-road-by-a-truck mode. I think the five of us might have been the greater oddity that day.