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| A sport I don't think I'll ever understand. Old men spinning large granite tops. |
One night in Maolan, while desperately searching for a place to eat, we happened upon a large group of old men gathered around in a circle on a dirt courtyard. Each man had a heft piece of rock in his hand, attached to a stick with a few meters of string. In turn, each man would fling his top into the middle of the dirt circle, do a bit of a cricketer's hop, and then look on satisfied (if he hit another man's top) or a little disappointed (if he missed his target). After everyone had their turn, they all gathered up their tops and did it again.
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