On the bus home I met two fellow passengers. Two young men who I recognized to be from the same hometown I come from as they spoke my mother tongue. We haven't met before but we instantly became good friends. They were funny people, always cracking jokes and taking things lightly.
I asked them if they know how to recognize the local magic mushroom. They said yes, they know. So I asked them if they could accompany me to the mountain to pick some "sample."
I asked them if they know how to recognize the local magic mushroom. They said yes, they know. So I asked them if they could accompany me to the mountain to pick some "sample."
(note: the photos are not clear, perhaps it's the camera pixel limitation. you may click at the photos to have better view.)
There was a family already having picnic at the hot spring, so we went to another place.
i also learned later from my aunt that the special mushrooms come out in June, although some people say, it's available all year round.
as it is the custom, my companions took over in carrying the slabs to bring it to the house of the owner. it was about 2 kilometers to the nearest village where the wood were to be delivered.
I thought that was such a nice custom to maintain.
Travel Time: 04-05-09