This is a post in a series of pictures from a trip to China in June 2013. Read the first post here. One of the greatest things during the time in Yunnan province was the day we went up to the mountains. Some friends of our friends were doing a project in a minority group in a far away village. When they invited us to come with them on a one day visit we didn’t hesitate to say yes. It was a hot day and we spent many hours travelling up, up and away. The roads were damaged by flood-waters as well as heavy traffic. I consider myself quite used to the Chinese traffic situation, but yet some overtakes made me close my eyes. Now and then we took small breaks along the way. The area is usually dry but this year it was worse and almost hadn’t been raining at all. At this petrol station they put up signs next to the restroom begging us to save the water. After some hours we left the more fruitful valleys and took a dirt road up to the hard life at a mountain top. The villagers were expecting us and happy when we finally arrived. They were proud to show us around and our friends did some work on the current projects: water reservoirs were soon to be finished and electricity was installed to pump up the water. Soon they would have enough water for both drinking and caring for animals and crops. The view from the village was beautiful: No cars, no disturbing sounds, clean air, lots of birds and wild flowers like rhododendron. This is the most peaceful place in China I have visited so far. Being born in a minority group in China is not the best starting point. Long ago the Communists forced them to leave there land behind and move to these far away and less fertile places. The chances up here are fewer and the schools far away. Never the less we found something special around these brothers and sisters. They had visions not only for themselves or their families but to reach out and impact villages both close and far away. They were educating each other, inspiring and ready to leave an impact. It doesn’t really matters so much what you have, but how you are willing to use what is given to you. This grandma has lived a long life but was still strong. None of the villagers seamed annoyed by our presence, instead they were willing to speak with us and let us take photos. She did, with some translation help, explain to us that the style of her hair showed that she was a grownup women, and that we Swedes were still dressed as just young unmarried girls. We laughed and said that we would some day come back, ready to try the grownup style. On the way back the car was a little extra crammed. One of the boys needed to be taken to a hospital and we did of course offer a lift to both him, his mum and his dad. Me and the little family squeezed ourselves into the very last row of the mini van and the mother held the boy on her lap the hole way. The day was hot and the traffic crazier than ever. Our car almost broke down, our driver was exhausted and everyone was sweating. When the car finally made it back all the way to the city we were all saying a quiet prayer of thanks. And then we went to drink cold milkshakes with the rest of the group that we had left in Kunming.