For some reason, old Chinese men remind me of my dad's father, who passed away many years ago. This is one of those people that I have seen on my travels. These two people are farmers in the highlands above the town which I visted. They were insistant after talking with them that we hike up to the top of a long hill where their farm was so that we could get some shots of the city. It was a rather long hike which yeilded no spectacular scenery except to watch these amazing farmers climb up to their home, cigarettes a blazin.... Exactly how I remember my grandfather--minus the hiking.