I'm now in the far southwest corner of Guizhou priovince en route to Guilin. This is the home of rat and dog cuisine. Rat, when you can get it off the bone, tastes spicy (may have had something to do with the chili in the sauce) and dog tastes a bit like dog. In seafood restaurants in China you can sometimes order your dinner by pointing to a fish in a tank. Dog restaurants are simpler - you just whistle and shout "here boy". Ironically, given their fascination with dog, the region is home to one of China's ethnic minorities named the Miao people. Maybe the cuisine stems from some deep-rooted antipathy. The scenery since leaving Leshan has been stunning - some of the best I've seen since leaving Dover. There have been limestone mountains literally a mile high, houses on stilts, sampans floating in rivers - just the way China looks in postcards. I am now in a little village called Zhaoxiang which is made out of wood and looks very medieval - photos to follow hopefully.