It only took us about three buses and about three hours to get there, but it was worth it. There was a lot of sweating going on throughout the day. Every inch of my body was dripping sweat and all of the clothes I was wearing were drenched. So, if the pictures look like I was dying, then the camera captured the moment perfectly. If I happen to look normal in any of the pictures, then we were lucky and we should be grateful that the camera wasn't able to pick up my sweaty mess.
I am still amazed at how nice people are here. I probably wouldn't have been able to survive thus far without the help of complete strangers. A man came and found us after we got off the bus and gave us the low down on how things worked and what time we needed to be back to catch the bus back. We saw him later that day and he said, "Oh good, I am glad that you guys made it. I have been thinking about you guys all day wondering if you were able to figure it out." So nice.
Also, when we got off the bus and were buying our tickets there are people stuffing ponchos in your face wanting you to buy them. They wanted you to buy ponchos for the five drops of water you will get on you. Maybe they should actually visit the waterfall and see that you don't exactly get drenched with water. Sweat, yes. Water, no. Anyways, this little Chinese man followed us for more than 10 minutes trying to convince us, in Chinese, to buy this poncho from him. We tried to inform him that we were hoping that we would get wet. While he was trying his hardest to get us to buy the ponchos that we didn't need, he showed us where to go to get on the bus and to buy our tickets. He was nice to help us out even though we didn't buy his poncho. Maybe I should have bought that poncho from him...
We decided to go the taxi route to get to the three different scenic spots. It was the same price as the bus and taxis are a much better option, if you ask me. On our way back, our taxi driver felt inclined to listen to English music because he had two Americans in his car. Turns out Asians love the Eagles. Well, this taxi driver Asian loves the Eagles. So we rocked out to Hotel California on our way back to the bus station. It was fantastic.
Picture overload...
{cucumber snacks}
{bonzi garden}
{and me posing with the back side of water!}
Enough pictures, right??
The Huangguoshu Waterfall was the most exciting thing that happened this week. The rest of my week was just my normal Chinese life. My dad said that my "normal" life is also worth blogging about because it isn't normal to everyone else. So, here we go...
I have taken up dancing with the ladies in front of the supermarket. It is always one of my favorite parts of the day. Who wants to start this up with me when I get back to America? I promise you that you will have a good time.
We decided it was a good idea to go to our friends restaurant and ask for their specialty. Never again will I think that is a good idea. We ended up with tofu. I should have known. The Chinese people love their tofu and I won't ever understand why. We stomached as much as we could, pleaded that we were so full, and asked for a container to take the rest of the food home in. That food didn't make it home. It made it to the nearest trash can that was out of their sight. Horrible? Probably.
I was riding the bus the other day and I looked down and saw a back full of dead chickens. DEAD CHICKENS. Their feet were hanging out of the bag too. I won't ever understand the Chinese obsession with chicken feet either. So gross.
My classes are going just about the same as they always have been going. Loud, noisy students that don't listen to a lick of the lesson. But they are adorable so I still love them.
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