|Finally… 2years later, a reunion|
would say steroids, but mother Theresa types don’t quite fit that description…
a pony’s the next best thing). If someone is hungry, she will feed them;
thirsty she will beverage them, struggling with luggage, she will pick up their
pack, drape them over her shoulder and personally haul them to their
destination. The worst punishment in all the world for her, even worse than 39
lashes, would be to have someone else pay the bill.
|Mt Emei Shan at sunrise|
train and undergrounds and… come to mention it, we’ve been lost that many many
beautifully sceneryed locations
|Sporting our matching hats…|
|Mud bathing in a cave|
dry and even when we have stayed dry, we’ve sweated so much we’ve been
Chinese and I’m more confused than ever, but I guess that’s a given… it’s what
you come to China for in the first place!
|Mum’s perfected the asian squat – she’s becoming more chinese by the day|
tried to find her ‘the one’, but failed. I’ve tried to get her to bungee jump
(but sadly 2010’s car accident injuries won’t permit)…. But a suitable
substitute to all of the above shall be found – someday!
sadly! We’re about to catch a bus to catch a train to catch a bus to catch a
plane and then mum’s off to South Africa for two months. If you’re there, you
should definitely say hi!And normally I’d be about to start looking for new adventures… but not this time. This time I know exactly where I’m headed… I’m off to Borneo (flightlessly I hope) to become a vegetarian, and not by choice!