First of all, here’s my shoe after the repair (1 good thing, 4 nice people, 1 bad thing and a possible solution to a problem):
Walking feels a bit weird now, but I guess I’ll get used to that.
Let’s just hope the glue and the stitches will last.
As you can see on the map, I’m slowly making my way through a long valley:
Walking here is actually pretty nice, but right when I left off I was still struggling with the grudge I had from yesterday.
This is the entry of the cave with the Buddha statues I wasn’t allowed to photograph:
“The thing is,” I had told the pencil pusher who was handling my case, “I want to take pretty pictures of your country, I really do. But if you don’t give me a chance to cover the cultural relics you got here, all that is left for me to shoot is the outside reality – and the misery you’re not taking care of.”
Take another look at the picture above, and you’ll see misery crouching in the dirt. She’s never far.
Yes, I was bearing a grudge with each step.
Then, after too many steps, I ran into these guys:
They gave me a great “hallo” and told me to follow them to the riverside.
We had to traverse large areas with tomato-greenhouses:
Then we all sat down by the riverside next to a fish pond, and they made a twig wreath and put it on my head, and we talked and talked and laughed and laughed, and my grudge was gone and forgotten:
“Is your sister pretty?” – “Do you really drink that much milk in Germany?” – “You are so tall – are you still growing?” – “Isn’t walking very boring?” – “Don’t you miss home?”
Children are awesome – and you know what? – most of them speak better Mandarin than the people I’ve dealt with in the administration.
We also talked about the problem with littering – “Müll” in German:
As this generation is growing up, things will get better. They must!
Anywho, walking was a lot nicer without the burden of a grudge to bear:
I enjoyed some more of the rosé blossoms:
And I had fun with Huanhuan 欢欢 the dumb dog with eyes awry:
Sat down and had some cookies here:
And took another picture of the leaders of the new school:
Having hope for the future is always better than being mad at the present.
This is the courtyard of the hotel I’m staying at tonight:
…and here’s my suite:
I don’t know why, but I somehow really like this picture.