There is an aeroplane on a square in a public park in Yongji:
Obviously, this is a nice place to play with friends when you’re about 10 years old:
I’m 26, so I didn’t play.
Instead I was going to climb yet another pagoda, one that seemed to be leaning slightly to the right:
The afternoon air was mild, not cold, and people were hanging out in front of their doors:
Others were taking walks:
So was I, just taking a walk, aiming at the pagoda I could see in the distance, working my way up through tiny villages where people would say: “Hello!” and then smile, and sometimes laugh.
I passed through my first bamboo grove on this trip:
And then there was the pagoda – it’s called Wangu Temple 万固寺:
I ran into a group of young people at the foot of the pagoda, and we decided to climb up together.
I was so scared though…
It was like school again – all the other kids were much cooler than me:
I asked the monk downstairs if anybody had ever fallen down from there.
He answered: “Of course not, this pagoda is protected by Buddha.” and smiled.
Well, some parts of this place don’t seem to be protected that well though:
This masterpiece is slowly withering away:
Scientists have tried to conserve it by shielding it off behind glass, but that only led to mold – and thus made things even worse.
Besides all this, there was a building without beams:
Whatever that means: “without beams” – I didn’t understand the architectonic concept behind it.
But it was nice anyways.
On the rest of the way, I noticed some people were desperately trying to clean up the massive remainders of the Spring Festival fireworks:
An orgy of pyromaniacs it must have been.
Later that night when I got into bed and closed my eyes, I got a feeling of panic and realized that actually, today on top of that pagoda, I had been even more afraid than I thought.
I think I’m afraid of heights.