The main street of the town where we stayed.
The teachers were the ones with their own motorcycle bringing us around to visit the students
So hot that the teacher made a crown of leaves as a hat.
Some days it was just a long walk along the mountain road to the students' homes.
And we could be walking to do home visits till night
The floor of the homes were literally dirt floor
This house was not a dirt floor but a 2 storey concrete house because the dad went out to work in the city. Alas, a construction accident caused him to be paralyzed waist down.
Even in 2006 May, there were still villagers relying on Straw grass for their bed.
The ugly side of the "One Child" policy