Saturday, 10 July 2010
Day 25
The tiredness is starting to take its toll and itis becoming harder and harder to wake up at 5.3am to go to the local market. We didn’t find many specimens in the early morning market today but yesterday we met someone who claimed he could get us a sample of 100 fish. After receiving no news from this contact we headed off to meet him at the seven family village.When we arrived, there was only his wife, two feet in the mud on the side of a busy road trying to sell a few fish in a bin. A few negociations later she agreed to phone her husband who for a substantial payement finally agreed to go and check his traps…then we got our 100 fish! The fish looked different from other places with the head much smaller in proportion to the rest of their body. Genoveva, the fish are preserved in formalin for parasites, life history traits and morphology but fish are individually marked with a fin clip in alcohol for additional genetic analyses. When possible another sample is preserved in alcohol for parasite study and stable isotope analyses.We processed the fish on the side of the muddy road with over fifty women, children and men attracted from all around to see the foreigners who were so interested in such a small fish. They all made fun of us throughout the processing of the samples but all in a friendly maner. They will never look at this fish in the same way again though…Then we quickly headed on our way back to Beijing as we have a couple of river systems to sample before further work on the Academy collections. The weather was miserable, lots of rain and fairly cold. The distances between any sampling locations are massive. It is a bit like sampling in Paris in the morning and staying in Marseilles in the evening.Throughout our journey we have discovered the rural part of China, with clearly defined climatic regions, with the agriculture of maze in the North , wheat in the middle and rice in the south. We also discovered the highest caused of death for Chinese between 25 & 45 years old…motorways. These are lethal and on many occasions I thought that it would be the end of us. The trucks are all overloaded to such an extreme that the roads are littered with pot holes that a team of legionnaires tries to repair every day.Tonight we are staying in Kangping, a somewhat rundown town in the North of Shenyang (Liáoning Province). Here people are more discrete in their surprise of seeing foreigners walking their streets. When they have a chance they ask Yahui where we come from and he replies in a debonaire style ‘Ingua’ meaning England.We will all welcome some sleep as we have agreed on a 5.30am morning (although the hotel manager recommended going to the market at 4…!)
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