Sitting on the train heading south right through China, passing some absolutely beautiful and untouched scenery. This nomad traveller is well off the beaten track. From offerings on the hillside, to buffalos drinking at the base of waterfalls; from old women riding bikes along the dirt road to young men washing in the stream; from luscious green rice paddies to deserted little huts... The huge sun is setting and I am watching it all pass by through a small rectangular window. What strikes me is the huge man-made differences and visual contrasts within such close proximities. We literally just past an amazing little villiage in the middle of nowhere. About 20 little huts- red, white and green - surrounding a highly-detailed, sparkling temple with reflective tiles and symbols. No roads leading to it and no roads as far as my eyes can see. How did they get the materials and when did they build it? Makes me think of Easter Island off Cuba and Newgrange in Ireland. Both show the innate human potential each of us possesses, and how this power just ten folds when we create together. Enough contemplation for one day. Bed is calling in the sound of three middle-aged men snoring.