‘I love the forest’: My time in ancient villages game
My trip to ancient villages was a whirlwind of activity and adventure, but it also marked the beginning of a new chapter in my life.
A new adventure.
I’m not the only one who is enjoying this new adventure of mine.
I’m part of a small group of people who have been experiencing this journey of mine for years.
I’ll call them the Forest Guardians, because this journey is unique to them.
I first met these people while we were on our first expedition, in 2004.
It was during this expedition that I started writing my book about my adventures in ancient and medieval villages in northern China.
I’ve been on this journey since, and I’m so glad to be here sharing this journey with you.
The Forest Guardians are the ones who know what the village of Surulere in the eastern part of China is like, and how it is the same as the towns and villages of the surrounding provinces.
It is the place where I met my future wife, who’s an anthropologist by trade, and we spent countless hours learning about this place and its people.
We were invited to visit Suruleres village by the villagers, but we couldn’t leave the village until we visited the ancient village of Zongyu, which is located on the way to the remote mountains.
We had to drive for more than 10 hours, and when we arrived at the village, we were told by the elders that we could stay for the night, which was very cold.
We didn’t want to stay the night there, so we decided to take a shortcut to the village and explore the nearby forest.
I wanted to see what the forest was like, so I went to the nearest tree and started filming from there.
It felt like my new home, and so I was excited to get out of the village to explore.
When I was driving to Zongyuan, the elders told me to get off the highway and head for Surulers village.
We had to walk 2.5 kilometers to the forest entrance, but by the time we got there, there were still many trees left.
So I took a few pictures, and then I went back to the highway, which made me sad.
We decided to go back to our hotel for a shower and get dressed.
I took my camera and took some pictures from the highway when I reached the village.
After a while, the village elder came out to greet us and ask us to come back for the next day.
We were so happy to be able to see the village again, so there was no point in going back.
It wasn’t like I was being kidnapped by someone who wanted me to go there.
The village elder and I got on a truck and drove around the village for two hours, stopping at every village to see if there were any more ruins.
It’s a pretty big village, so after walking around for a while and visiting every other house, we decided we were ready to go home.
The next day, we had a few hours of rest and were ready for a full day’s drive to Suruler’s village.
But as soon as we got back to Zingyu village, I realized something was wrong.
The villagers were not happy with our decision to take the shortcut, and they had gone back to their village to tell the elders to stop taking pictures.
I called the elders and told them that I had been captured by someone.
They immediately called the police, and the villagers took me to the police station.
They had asked me to meet them and take photos for them.
I had to lie to them and tell them that it was just a photographer’s mistake, and that they had already seen the ruins from the road.
The elders had been very nice to me, but I had no idea what had happened to me.
When they came to my house, I said I had nothing to do with it, and told the police what I had done.
They then told me that I would be charged with trespassing, and would be forced to pay a fine.
They also told me I could be jailed for three months.
The elders were very disappointed and wanted me out of town.
They didn’t believe that I’d gone back, so they decided to ask the local elders to visit the village the next morning.
The village elder told them to come and visit the old villagers to get some information on what had transpired.
When the elders visited the old villages, they found that the villagers had already given up the photos that they took the day before.
They couldn’t remember what had been taken, and their memories were very blurry.
The old villagers had told the elders what they had been told, and were upset that the elders hadn’t followed up.
The elder was really upset that I didn’t report it to them, and he was asking for my life, saying that he’d be in jail for the rest of his life if he didn’t come to visit me.
The elder then