The origins of this festival are lost in the mists of an ancient culture.
It is thought, that a revered poet throw himself in the river, at frustration with the corruption of the government.
The people loved him so much they threw rice in the water to prevent the fish from eating him, while boats scooted across the water looking for his body and beating drums.
Today, the result is: a day off work, families getting together, rice dumplings being prepared and a shirt-load of blokes getting in a narrow boat and race to grab a flag at the other end of the river.
It was definitely all the fun of the fair as we rode down to the river. Fairy floss, ice cream and corn-dogs competed for space with the Coke girls and a plethora of stalls promoting every variety of community group.
When the gun shot was heard, people crowded along the banks of The Love River, to see the brightly coloured boats race along the short course.
Well worth a look if you happen to be somewhere near Chinese culture.
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