The fishing village

On day four we ate lunch with another coworker of Stacy’s named Jane. Jane found my red face very funny, as did most of the people on the island. My sunburn turned my skin a bright red and this caused many men, women, and child, to stop to look, point, and laugh. Maybe now instead of “hairy foreigners” they will call us red face foreigners. At the restaurant we ate a whole fried chicken, which was so delicious! They gave us plastic gloves to wear while we pulled apart the chicken. Later in the afternoon we visited the local fishing village, which was so amazing. We viewed the rustic homes on the dusty streets and admired the rolling green hills and rocky cliffs on the sea side. When we approached the center of the village we heard music and loud voices. We walked down the path towards the noises and discovered many villagers seated around a small outdoor stage. On the stage set made of poles and blowing silk cloth were five performers dressed in traditional Chinese clothing and makeup. What an amazing surprise! Just a couple weeks earlier I watched a documentary explaining the role of the traveling performers in fishing villages. Because the villages are disconnected from city life and entertainment, the traveling performers are treasured within their communities. From what I can remember they travel to the villages once a month and perform comedies with a mix of song and dance. I still can’t believe our luck to stumble upon such a rare cultural experience.