I safely got out of the power plant and found the river again:
An easy day with fair weather. One could have said a boring day.
Sometimes I would run into people outside playing games:
So far so good.
Until at some point my GPS unit decided it was a good time to break down.
I looked at the display fading away. The sun was burning on my head, I had the salty taste of sweat on my lips, and the backpack suddenly felt a lot lighter.
— anger —
There I was, cursing the day, shaking my arms and fists and screaming on the top of my lungs (so much for my “inner peace” – inner peace – no more walking) until I found out that it was only the memory card that had died – and it was merely the maps that were gone. Oh well…
After I had morphed into a human being again, these little friends showed me the way up to a temple:
A Taoist shrine built in the 1980s that seemed kind of hidden in the mountains:
There was nothing really spectacular about this place, but I liked it:
In fact I liked it so much I came up with this idea to make a short video:
Now forgive me if this was even more boring than my other videos. Could this be a subconscious way of punishing innocent people for my own mishaps?
I said goodbye to the dancing horses at the temple:
And then I crossed the river one last time:
Farewell Yellow River!
Eventually, I arrived at a very dramatic junction:
To the left is Tibet, to the right is Xinjiang.
I got a room in a motel, had some noodles and bought ten bananas:
Then I retired for the day, putting my GPS unit and my anger to rest.