Fall!
Every Mid-Autumn, there is a horseracing festival in a small village about 3 hours away. Fall here never fails in beauty.
First…it’s the long, mountain drive to get there. We stop often to break up the twists and car sickness.
At the start of the festival, people dress themselves…..
…and their horses…..
…and basically worship this sacred mountain with inscents, shouts, barley throwing, bongs and cymbals, and chanting.
Next, there is a “race” around the mountain. This year, however, it was more of a horseWALK. We were quite disappointed to have missed the danger and excitement of a race around the mountain.
Finally, there is food to share and eat. Yum.
