Fanblog. The Travel diary of Andy Fan. Day 42.
The religious festival had been in full swing for days apparently. I was a foreigner in these lands and I stumbled upon this wonderful kaleidoscope of noise, colour and movement by accident. My motorbike had broken down and I walked into this village looking for help.
The people here reverie the humble cow with a religious fervour that is hard to understand. Many cows were dressed in vibrant coloured blankets and each had dozens of bells hanging from their necks. The locals were banging drums and singing and dancing. The excitement was palpable and infectious.
Then the villagers started throwing fresh cow manure at each other.
I was typing furiously on my laptop, trying to record every possible detail for you, the reader.
I looked up at the sound of a blaring horn. I heard laughing.
And then it hit me.