A two minute cycle outside the city and I became surrounded by field after field. Down dirt tracks are the small countryside homes of the farming families. Out in the fields the whole family is hard at work, with the long and hard jobs of hand weeding, throwing the seed, moving crops, seeing to the animals and looking after the young children, even the small kids play their part between running up and down the plowed stretches. With newly plowed fields, sprouting plants  in others, tall dried corn plants waiting to come back to life and old dried crops, there's something new to each field you come across. 

To the opposite end of town is the railway and factories. Busy as always, the trucks head up and down roads with a variety of new products. But behind the factories and beyond the dusty clouds blown up of the roads and the polluted smoke come views of the nearby mountains, with their barren waved faces and snowy peaks.

Deserted parks give more views across the city, looking over high apartment blocks, falling down homes, shiny new buildings contrasting with grey old buildings, metallic factories, lush trees and dry flat lands against the lining mountains. Plenty more to be ventured into.