Day one of the Sichuan trip:
Introductions to the group:
There were hundreds of Buddhas and demons and animals carved into niches in the rock, some weighing thousands of kilograms. We saw evidence of laying on of hands and the divine symbolism of three and twelve - pretty cool! We also had our first Panda sighting here: 
We took a small bus down the mountain; it had 19 seats, but we ended up squeezing 42 people on! Careening down the mountainside with so many people in a small bus is so China.
And this is the best I could get of a bridge:
Just before lunch, we came upon monkeys for the first time. One came loping along the trail, then another and another, and they walked by us looking for food. None of us had any visible because I had told everyone several times that you cannot have food in your hands when there are monkeys, nor can you walk around with a closed fist or hands in your pockets ‘cause they’ll think you’re holding/hiding something and that that something is food, then they’ll come right up to you and do what it takes to get to the food. Unfortunately for them though, the guy and girl behind us were carrying a big paper bag, full of food. The first monkey that came up was smallish. Then second was bigger, he grunted which called the third and biggest of the monkeys over. He walked right up to the girl who had the bag, put his hand on the top and RIPPED the side of the bad down and started gathering all the food. Point blank highway robbery at its finest! It was a bit intimidating, but funny to watch at the same time (mostly ‘cause it wasn’t us). The girl, like us, had a bamboo walking stick and she shook it at the monkey, trying to scare it. Notta. The monkey then grabbed the bottom of her stick and he started shaking the stick! Haha wow, what a monkey. Of course, at the bottom of the mountain, I spent a whopping 5 kuai (RMB/yuan, all the same) and got myself a sweet wrist rocket that actually shoots really well J So, if the stick wasn’t gonna work, I was gonna try rocks, but fortunately for the monkeys, I never had to use it on them. Oh, and of course I had the smaller of my swords and Seth bought a little cross bow too, so we were good to go against ANY crazed monkey army.
I’ve decided to take up hang gliding when I get back to the states, practice, research the geography of the surrounding area of Emei Shan and go back one day and jump off and just glide. We’re pretty sure that looking out to the East, there wasn’t anything nearly as high as we were until you get to the Sierra Nevadas! (unless Hawaii was in the way possibly). America suddenly seemed so close, almost within reach. 
Next, we went to the nursery and saw the infant pandas. They were really cute! After that, on our way around the park to where the red panda enclosures were, we stopped to ask a lady sweeping the path which way we should go. She pointed us in the right direction and then told us to follow her. We followed her through a restricted employee area and then took a dirt path through the bamboo directly to the red pandas! People have been so nice to us on this trip. The red pandas were smaller than I expected, more like foxes than bears.
Our plane left the Nanjing airport at 9:40 pm, so we met at the Gulou metro station at 7:15 pm and took the metro to Zhonghuamen Station. The airport shuttle wasn't running anymore, so the five of us took a taxi to the airport for 120 kuai. Before getting a Taxi, I played dumb by speaking only English and acting like I didn’t understand the driver (who started flapping his arms trying to imitate a plane and so I started saying “bird?” to which the guy, assuming I said plane, responded with a big nodding grin) and tried to get a discount, but the driver wouldn't have it. He told me we could come with him or hire two cabs for at least 200 kuai. Oh well.
Ian McKinley: First, as John would say, he spells his last name wrong (should be “a” instead of “e”). I was actually here in China and actually on this same trip 4 years ago with his sister Hannah. Great Family. He’s super smart and has lived all over; Hong Kong, Malaysia, Utah, to name a few. Wants to be a lawyer. Uncle Eric knows him ‘cause he’s an Econ major.
Joel Christensen: Medium height, bit stocky, short hair, likes to grow a goatee when he can. His family lived in Beijing for a while but are currently on assignment in Washington, DC. He has a sharp, sarcastic sense of humor that's usually aimed at someone around him, but he's a nice guy on the inside. I got to know him more on this trip and he’s really cool. VERY well read.
Seth Vogel: Joel's cousin, taller with lightish brown hair, studying neuroscience and aiming to be a doctor. Softer on the edges than Joel, but still with a bit of a dry wit, very good at Boggle, one of the more diligent/studious guys in Flagship. Seth and I went climbing together in Utah and once here in China so far as well.
Nicole Galbraith: the only non-flagship student on the excursion, she's from North Carolina and is here with the China Horizons program teaching English for a semester, maybe 5'5" or 5'4" and blonde, friendly and obviously adventurous to come to Sichuan with four guys she doesn't really know. She is one of the 20 people Ben and I home teach.
There you have it! So we got to the airport around 8:15, checked in and got through security within 15 minutes. Not shabby, not shabby at all. At least until Seth, being the last one, tried to get through security. He only had a copy of his passport with him, because his passport is still at the immigration bureau until they give him his temporary residence permit. I knew that there would be problems because I knew already that you can’t get on a plane without your passport in China. He checked in fine(getting his ticket), but they didn't let him through security. The rest of us stood there dumbfounded for a minute, had a little pity party for Seth and then walked to the gate, our parade rained out.
At the gate, Joel went to buy a Coke only to discover that it was 38 kuai. Just for a single CAN! Outside the airport it’s like 3 kuai. Ridiculous. We laughed about it because it’s so ridiculous. He ended up getting a bottle of Sprite for 8 kuai instead. Right from the getgo b/w Seth being rejected entrance and Joel being dumbfounded by the price (and it’s still the most expensive we’ve found by at least 2 or 3 times, including fancy restaurants and hotels). I texted Seth saying to keep trying and don’t give up, ‘cause I was sure there was a way! Ian brought Boggle (well, on his iPad) and so we were playing and I was still thinking of Seth when suddenly, to our surprise, up walks Seth as if he didn’t almost just get rejected from coming on the trip. After we got through, but he was stopped, he just went to another security line, and they let him through, no problem. That's one nice thing about China: spotty/uneven enforcement of rules. I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again, the Laws in China are more like guidelines, just like the Pirate Code. There's no way he would have gotten by in the States. They did however tell him that he might not be able to get on the flight coming back from Chongqing...
We all got on the plane, but my story continues on still. I was one of the last ones to get on the plane. I like doing this because it lets me scope out what/if any seats are open and available. Other than a few coveted seats in Business, there was one in the very front row, and an aisle seat. I sat down as if it was my seat and just got myself settled in J Unfortunately, a few minutes later one of the Stewards asked to see my ticket and I was caught. Apparently that’s one of the seats that the flight attendants sit in. I told them “ok” but that because my legs are so long, I didn’t fit in the regular seats and asked if there was any other seats with more room that I could sit in. Of course, it “just so happened” that I could see the Business class seats, and a few were empty. I kindly suggested that I could take a hit for the team and go sit up there so the stewardess could sit in my seat…didn’t work. The thing is, I really wouldn’t have fit in the regular seats, there was just no leg room, aka, no KNEE room. They ended up asking a guy to move from his “emergency exit” seat to another one, so then I had a TON of leg room and it was wonderful.
Our flight got in at 1:10am, and so after deciding that we didn’t want to pay to sleep somewhere just for a few hours, we went upstairs and slept on the airport benches. I’m sure, without a doubt, that I slept the best, seeing as how I can pretty much sleep anywhere and everywhere. Of course, the two feather pillows I brought with me to China are accompanying me on this trip as well.
Day two:
Breakfast? Soft serve ice cream at KFC. After taking the shuttle bus, we wandered for a bit before finding the central bus station. It was sooo crowded. There was a sign that said "Mail the child" - we think it meant send your child somewhere on the train, but we're still not sure.
Chongqing is a really hilly city; we went down into a metro station and the exit went out onto a huge staircase down to the riverbank. A “cute” puppy (considering that it was probably full of diseases, I didn’t like it too much) took a liking to Nicole and followed us halfway down. I assured the dog that if he tried to follow me too close, he’d get a taste of my shoe. Then we got on the bus to Dazu and I spilled water on my pants and it looked like I wet myself pretty bad. On a different humorous note, the lady in between me and Nicole threw up, a little in her plastic bag and mostly on the floor. The only thing anyone did (after like…forever) was throw some newspaper on it. Sick. The name of our bus was Golden Dragon…maybe she had Golden Dragon flu, cause after some more time, 3 more people added to the puking fest, although these people seemed to make it INTO their bags. Congrats to them.
We got to the Rock carvings and wow, they’re pretty awesome- they dated from the 12th and 13th centuries and were remarkably well preserved.
After we finished, I bought a couple swords from a vendor at the entrance. They turn out to be a little more difficult to deal with than I originally thought, but I’m sure it’ll all work out.
On our way back, we also saw a bunch of cute little kids playing games and we talked with them and took pics with them:
We got back to Dazu around 6:30. We made our way to the bus station via taxi, except for Seth, who ran ahead, but the station was closed for the day. Not a single night bus to take us out of Dazu. By this point we were pretty tired, and we didn't want to spend the night there, so we looked around. A taxi driver offered to take us to Chengdu for 1000 kuai. Then a girl in fuzzy pink pajamas came up to us and asked us if we needed a place to stay. We said no, we needed a ride to Chengdu, and she said she knew a place that we coud hire a private car to take us. Ian, Nicole and I followed her, and we sent Joel back to the bus station to wait for Seth, who was nowhere to be seen and not answering his phone.
We walked a ways and the girl's friend joined us. We followed them for another ten minutes or so through winding back streets until we came to the place, but it was closed. She made a phone call, and soon there were several guys around offering to take us in their vans (one was a bread truck heading to Chengdu anyway). The cheapest they would go was ¥1600, though, because they ran on natural gas, which is more expensive than gasoline. No dice. So we made our weary way back to the bus station.
Meanwhile, Joel had found Seth, who had gotten lost and went to the other bus station in town first, and they had looked for a place to stay the night. Apart from a couple brothels, each of the eight or nine places they inquired at wouldn't let us stay. One place said they had space, then ten seconds later said they were full. Talk about racism at its finest. We met up, and the two girls tried to help us find somewhere to stay. We walked to a hotel, which seemed nice, but they wouldn't let five of us stay there and ultimately wouldn't give us a room because of the hassle. At that point, Seth and I were set on sleeping in the park and Nicole wouldn’t have minded either, in fact I think she kinda liked the idea. Who knows what Joel was thinking, but I don’t think Ian was down really at all.
We went to dinner with the girls, who were determined not to leave us until we were taken care of. They offered to call friends or realtors they knew and find us a place for the night, but we declined and planned an escape by taxi so we could be homeless uninterrupted. At dinner, though, a crowd gathered around us, having heard of our difficulties, and one guy told us about a bus his friend ran that left for Chengdu at midnight. Tickets were only ¥80, so we bought five and hoped it wasn't a scam. After dinner there were a bunch of drunk guys a little younger than I who wanted us to drink and talk with them, so I held them at bay for awhile. I didn’t realize HOW drunk they were until the guy shook my hand and wouldn’t let go. Haha, I was slightly confused at first, but then played into it. I just kept holding it and squeezing it harder and harder, but he was so drunk that I don’t know if he could even feel it. Oh well, it was fun. Then, while we waited for the bus, the girls took us to karaoke and insisted on paying for it - they were insistently nice to us. We were probably the most interesting thing to happen to them all month, maybe all year, so maybe it was worth it for them, but either way it was really nice of them.
The bus was a little old and sketchy, but overall not too bad and who doesn’t want to experience China as it really is anyway right? It left at midnight and got to Chengdu at 5 in the morning, then they let us sleep until 6:30 before kicking us off. I think I was the only one that slept decently again ‘cause there’s not really much as to comfort on an old bus in China, but at least we made it to Chengdu. Another great tender mercy for sure.
Day 3:
Once in Chengdu, we got breakfast and looked for the bus station. Chengdu was cool and a bit gloomy early in the morning, but we found our way (by another bus and more walking) to the bus station for Emei Mountain, where we also found Jason! Jason Loose is another flagship student, who came to Chengdu on the train and is hiking Emei Shan this week as well. The station was ridiculously crowded, but we managed to get tickets, and now we've been on the bus for about 45 minutes. The last 24 hours have been among the longest in my life, but nothing can hold back the fab five for long, and now we're the scintillating six! (that’s what Ian kept calling us…)
The bus lasted a couple hours, and we found ourselves in Emei, the town at the base of Emei Shan. It was green and bright and felt like a cheerful place. We took two buses to the base of the mountain, getting lunch in between. Lunch was at a place on a plaza outside; it had really good noodles and fried rice. Once at the mountain, we found the Teddy Bear Hotel where I had stayed 4 years ago and we were able to rent a room for an hour to shower and change. Showering felt so good, as did taking off my shoes for the first time in over a day! We left some stuff there and consolidated bags - Joel and I were sharing a bag, Seth and I were sharing, and Nicole and Jason brought their own. And at 2 pm, we finally started up the mountain.
We came to a monastery first, but it ended up being a little off the main path. After wandering for a bit, we finally came to the main gate at 4 pm, to officially start our 52-kilometer hike. Nicole doesn't have a student ID here, but she got through on her BYU ID with the help of my persuading the lady behind the counter that it was ok ‘cause the police officer said it was ok. Emei Shan is a verdant, wet mountain with streams and moss-covered stones everywhere, and there are thousands upon thousands of steps along the trail. This is what the paths look like typically:
After a little while of hiking, the other guys started playing 20 questions. Not my favorite game, but especially when you’re playing with geniuses (picking things like…“supply and demand”) anway, so Ian was infront, and I was in the back just thinking and we took a wrong turn, which was frustrating. Another kind of frustrating thing was that I’ve been here before, but after four years, I don’t really remember much but I’m still expected to remember/know where we’re supposed to go. *sigh. Detour #2 for the day! By this point, the others had pretty much gave up hope of reaching the peak before Wednesday (although, they didn’t believe me when I told them we weren’t going to get to the top today anyway). However, mostly undaunted, we continued with our hike and 20 questions. It started getting dark, but we pressed on to the nearest monastery. We had to go through a monkey area to get there, but we didn't see any, and after hiking in the dark for a couple hours, we made it to a monastery. The worst part about this here wasn’t not seeing the monkeys, but not seeing the beautiful water trails/streams and cool bridges that we were hiking on. This is just before getting to the really cool water/bridge area:
We ran into a group of deaf Chinese tourists at the monastery that we had first seen at dinner on the trail (there are lots of little shops and restaurants every few kilometers), and we all ended up sleeping in the same big room on mats on the floor. One of the deaf guys came over and Ian and I had a conversation with him on a pad of paper, and I even pulled out a few sign language things that I remembered from my mission and was able to recognize a bit more of what they were signing too!
Staying in the monastery was really cool. The bathrooms were filthy - dirt/mud tracked all over the floors and squat toilets that were just a hole in the floor - but we survived.
Day 4:
Today was a long, long day, but it will probably have been the highlight of the trip! It started shortly after 6 am, when the monks beating drums and ringing bells woke us up. It was fairly cold, and we dressed quickly and headed to breakfast. Breakfast was in a big cafeteria, and consisted of a very “monk” type breakfast: rice gruel, mantous (basically soft, bland, steamed rolls), and a side dish of spicy cabbage, green beans and tofu. Not the best, but it gave us enough calories to get going I spose.
We hiked for several hours yesterday, but the hike proper started today, with seemingly endless staircases going on and on and on! I think a regular hike would have been a little easier mentally than some of the staircases, because in real life you expect staircases to end after a certain interval, but these kept going. Other than that, though, the hike was very enjoyable, with breathtaking views every once in a while. Whoevers idea it was in China to put stairs all over the place was nuts. But, I spose it’s safer, but I still think it’s more tiring.
These are just some more pictures of me and the area and such:
Shortly after we stopped for lunch, we came to the boundary between the subtropical and deciduous/evergreen forests, and the mist enveloped us. The steps were coated with condensation, which made for slick patches on occasion. It was really cool climbing through a cloud; it was also at this point that we saw a few maples with orange leaves, the first real evidence of fall! Soon after this, we started to see the mist fading and blue sky up ahead. We rounded a corner and came upon an incredible view - looking out at a sea of clouds beneath us with a few other peaks of Emei Shan visible above the cloud cover, the sky brilliantly blue above us.
We hiked for another hour at least, and then came to a parking lot and e tourist center beyond that. There's a road that goes up nearly to the top of Emei, and people take buses up and hike the few kilometers to the top. So, despite the trail being sparsely populated nearly the whole way up, at this point we encountered throngs of thousands of people and stores selling stuffed monkeys and other touristy things all along the trail. We muscled our way through the masses and to the top, which took another couple hours.
This is the whole group, including Jason that joined us for the mountain climb:
From L to R: Seth, Joel, Ian, Nicole, Josef, Jason
The views from the top were breathtaking. There's a tall golden Buddha statue with several faces and a few temples on the top.
But the best part was feeling literally on top of the world! In every direction, all we saw were clouds and a few lower peaks sticking out. This is known as the Sea of Clouds, for obvious reasons.
After taking a lot of pictures, we went to head back down, but Joel wasn't with us, and all of our phones were dead. We spent a fruitless 20 minutes searching for him, and finally someone told Jason that they had seen him down the trail a little ways. At this point, it was shortly after 5; we started down in search of a restaurant, but didn't find anything but snack places. Jason headed back up to camp on the mountain top for the night, and we kept heading down.
At the parking lot/bus station, we found that the ticket office was closed. A van driver offered to take us for ¥300, which sounded unreasonable to Ian until he realized that bus tickets would have been 50 kuai each way. Ian says he haggled him down to 275, but really he shot us all in the foot cause I could’ve easily got him down to at least 250. I started haggling and Ian turned and said something to me, then added almost 100 kuai or something to the price I told the guy, and so of course he ignored me and ate up Ian’s “haggling skills”. I was super frustrated at this point and appalled at the “haggling” that had just happened. Unbelievable. Dad, I think you’d be pretty proud of me, I’ve learned very much since that family dinner table conversation, that I’m sure we all remember, or atleast the older ones do. “Wow! That’s a lot of money!” Hope that rings a bell with someone back home J Anyway, At least this guy was a professional. He didn't slack his pace in the mists, despite low visibility, and he passed every single car and bus we came across on the windy, two-lane mountain road, even around corners, honking as he went! (which of course meant that he was in the wrong lane almost the whole time, which I’m a full supporter of.
As we approached the hotel, we asked him if he knew the best way to get to Chengdu. The regular buses had stopped running, but he asked some people near our hotel, before we ever actually parked, and a random woman said she would sell us tickets for a bus to Chengdu, but it was leaving immediately. We asked her if we had 5 minutes, half joking ‘cause I didn’t think it was really leaving THAT soon and she said we had just 2! So Seth and I ran to get our things at the Teddy Bear Hotel, and Joel and Ian followed the lady to the bus. Nicole stayed in the van to pay the driver. At the bus, we loaded our things in and bought tickets, but there was no sign of Nicole. Joel went to find her, and we spent an anxious couple minutes waiting for them. He came back without her, but she appeared from the other direction with the van driver. It turns out she didn't have the correct change, so the driver drove her down the street, she saw us, and they stopped and we gave her some change to pay the driver. Poor Nicole, stuck in the bus with the driver that doesn’t speak Enlgish and she doesn’t speak Chinese. Then we all piled on the bus, and were on our way to Chengdu. Again with the tender mercies - if we hadn't hired this driver, we definitely would not have made this bus to Chengdu, because it left just a couple minutes after we got to the hotel, and the driver knew who to ask about buses!
We got to Chengdu around 11, and we spent an hour walking around looking for a place to stay. Finding a place to stay last minute as a foreigner in China is difficult… We ended up coming to a hostel, after which we ordered McDonalds (they deliver in China). I ordered a Big Mac with no pickles, and then nobody’s burgers had pickles, oops. Nicole slept on the twin bed and Joel and Ian on the double bed, after Seth and I insisted on sleeping on the floor so Nicole could have a bed.
Day 5:
We spent most of the day heading to the giant panda reserve park and back before making our way to Chongqing. I was just tired of carrying my packpack and didn’t really care to see the research center, just the Pandas, but I followed everyone around as we went all over the place. I’m pretty sure I was whining about being hungry, oops. Really, I just wanted my ice cream. After stopping at a fruit stand for breakfast, we took a couple buses to the park. I bought some sugar cane to share with the others, and found out that Ian and Nicole had never had it before! I love sugar cane, it’s like Kool-aid from a stick J The second bus to the park was a small wooden one, crammed with people. We forced our way on though, just like the Chinese would.
The park was a good experience. It sits on a beautiful piece of property, with a large lake and well-maintained flower beds and bamboo groves. We went to the research station, the veterinary hospital, and the panda kitchen and learned about how the pandas are bred in captivity and what they eat. The enclosures for the pandas were fairly large, and we watched as the handlers gave them bamboo to eat. They sit back on their haunches and grab the branches with amazing dexterity, looking for all the world like a guy on a recliner reaching for the chips. Apparently they eat different parts of the bamboo during different seasons; when we were there they stripped the leaves off and ate those.
Pandas weren’t the only thing on display today…A typical Chinese man…ish: Black leather shoes, white socks, carrying his girlfriend’s purse (or just his own murse), and the fashionable way to cool off- lift your shirt and let your beer belly support the shirt and let the breeze cool you off:
After the park, we went to the main train station to buy tickets to Chongqing. It was the most crowded I've seen any place, completely different from a few days before when we left for Emei. We got in line only to find out that there were no seats on any train until the next night! At this point, we were completely fed up with our plans going awry, but we looked for another way to Chongqing. A private bus driver offered us tickets for 120 each, but we ended up sending Joel to the bus station to ask about tickets. Meanwhile, we got dinner, not having eaten all day long, and then headed over to catch our bus. It didn't leave until 7:20, and we got to Chongqing after 11, taking a taxi to the Sheraton.
The Sheraton was incredible! It really serves as an example of Chinese opulence - nearly everything is gilded, and the furniture is very ornate. The lobby is HUGE-could fit our whole house in just the lobby I think, with room to spare, and the hotel takes up a whole skyscraper. There were two good-sized double beds in the room, so the guys took the beds and Nicole got the floor (with our extra pillows and comforters, of course, only because she wouldn’t have it any other way).
Day 6:
I forgot my camera today, and haven’t got pics from Nicole yet…Today was a little up in the air, but it turned out well. We didn't end up finding anywhere to go white water rafting, sadly (we tried online, asked the concierge, called the travel bureau, and apparently most of the places are closed for the season), but we found some things to do around Chongqing. In the morning, we took a bus to the Three Gorges shopping district and then headed to old town Chongqing. It was a cool little village with narrow cobblestone streets and stores selling all kinds of little products and traditional snacks. We bought a pineapple roti, some taffy things, ice cream, and squid and beef on scewers. There was one guy selling dog teeth out of rotting dog heads on the side of the road-seriously, there was just this dog’s head chilling on a table, with some of it’s teeth missing, and several places had old communist propaganda posters.
From there, we went to a memorial site for the November 27, 1949 massacre of Chongqing, which none of us had heard of before. Apparently a few days before the liberation of Chongqing, the nationalist army killed a few hundred political prisoners, who were afterwards labeled martyrs for the communist cause, and a whole memorial complex was built in their honor. It included a huge plaza and museum, and then up the mountain a ways was the prison where they were kept. It's so interesting viewing history from another perspective - it truly depends on who's writing it.
Following that, we head back to the city center and spent a while looking for a hotpot place (a big pot full of boiling water and you order food and cook it in there yourself. The water/broth can be flavored spicy or whatever and it’s the specialty of Sichuan and Chongqing. I’m not really a fan of it though, think it’s kinda bland and expensive usually. After finding one, I left them and just did what I love to do, walk around aimlessly on my own in unfamiliar territory J It was alright, and I found ice cream so I was happy J Then I went back when they were done.
Afterwards, we started heading back, and Ian and Joel played badminton on the street with a couple of people while everyone else bought treats. Nicole and I went downtown to go shopping/look around, and Seth, Joel and Ian went back to the Sheraton. Here is where I found two simple but cool jackets for 50 kuai each and Jeans that actually fit. Can you imagine that?? Jeans in China that fit me! And not only did they fit, they fit better than any jeans I’ve ever bought in the states! Weird. Go China!
Day 7:
Today we came back to Nanjing. The day started early: we got up at 5, checked out, and took two cabs to the airport. Of course, I got a picture of me doing a handstand in the Sheraton lobby before we left J Very 5 Star Sheraton Hotel like of me I’m sure.
At the airport, the ticket counter gave Seth a little bit of a hard time, but ultimately they let him buy a ticket with his passport copy. The security check was another story, though. Once again, Seth was the last in line, and they took his ID and made us wait. At first, they said there was no way he could get on the plane, but finally, after going back and forth to different managers for half an hour, they told him to go to the police station, make a new ID, and use that to get on the plane. The final miracle of the trip!
We made it back all fine and having loved the trip! Good work for all (if any) of you that actually made it here J
Ps, somewhere along the way, when I had two swords in my packpack stil, I had to put my packpack through the conveyer belt thing like at the airport, but this was at a metro. I’ve never seen one at the metro before, so I didn’t know what to do…I tried to act like a dumb American and just walk on by but they made me go back, saw the LITTLER of the 2 and so we had to take a taxi instead. Also, on another day, when I didn’t have my pack (so must’ve been at Chongqing, day before we left) there were 5 of us and only 4 can get in a taxi, so I took a motorcycle taxi and I loved it! Such a free wheeling feeling! I can’t wait to get a sweet Asian scooter sometime.
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