Today most of us went for a bike ride outside the town (the terrain was a lot less treacherous than my last ride). Our guide was a local named Terry. I'm guessing that's his English name.
The landscape was even more impressive once you left the main part of the town, but none of it compared to the hat I saw a child wearing. It had a solar powered fan on it, which, in this heat, might just be the best thing ever invented.
When we arrived at Terry's home his parents (they have the whole extended family living under one roof thing going on) made us a very nice lunch. During the course of the meal we discovered that the house was built by Terry and his friends, and that the reason this and many of the other buildings had an unfinished top floor is because it avoids paying some sort of tax required of completed buildings. This has to be one of the more moronic laws I've heard in quite some time.
After lunch we cycled to and hiked up Moon Hill where once again the saleswomen descended upon us, despite us showing them our large bottles of water. Their's was cold, the proclaimed in broken English.
I caught a break on this climb, however, when I heard the one that had latched onto me panting. Upon the sudden realisation that I was fitter than she was, I was off. Walks in China are very pleasant without the ambient noise produced by people trying to sell things.
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