Wu-Tang is Life

I got all Wu-Tang (a reference for the younger generation that reads this) and climb the mountain. By "climb" i mean take a cablecar to the top and then walk crazy far around the top. Some enterprising young communist decieded to build a massive stone path around this holy mountain so that a million people could ascend, shout "echo" in chinese, and get super sweaty and take their shirts off. Luckily for me, its wasnt a holiday and lady fair weather was not inclined to join us, i got bits and pieces to myself. It has crazy limestone formations that fell off the mountain and make for spectacular scenery and views down, and a great place to build a zillion steps that zigzag around the mountain. This was all great until the rain came accompanied by thunder and lightning, which, while beautiful, leaves one questioning one's exposure to the elements while clinging onto a path on the side of a mountain. I buckled down with a couple of girls visiting from Beijing under a tarp next to the suspension bridge over the chasm of death, and waited for the rain to let up. It was sweet though, cause the gave me a ticket to the rediculously overpriced Shaolin Tourist site i mean Temple, and we got to check it out sans tourists, cause everyone melted in the rain a la the wicked witch. I also scored a ride back to Dengfeng with one of thier uncles, who must be loaded cause we weren't sittting on naugahyde i'lll tell you that. But then i had to scoop a taxi back home cause the buses were finished, i guess friday night ends early for folks who wanna get back to the villages, it set me back 5 bucks, but i got to get dry and eat, which folks, is priceless.