Actually, I thought bats were flying back home to the mine shafts dotting our hillside. I tried sleeping in just the fleece liner for the sleeping bag, but that proved too chilly. Not that I slept much. Or I don't think I did. Same with Emma.
Impromptu camping can be like that.
In the morning, goat herds climbed the precipice-like dirt road up from the village below and past our campsite, without comment. Well, the goats had plenty to say. The second day followed a ridge line, terraces falling away to the valley floor far below. This was Muslim country, home to the Dongxiang and Hui minority nationality groups. Mosques with hipped rooves and tile, like any Chinese structure, though warped slightly toward more Arabic forms.