China Dispatch # 2 - Fairy Mountain

O.K., so here they go again, on another little adventure.

Today, Gal and Guy are heading up what the locals call "Fairy Mountain"; but what the signage labels as

Of course, no way Jose Guy was hoofin' it up there when there was a perfectly good cable car to ride in.  Beside, after the cowboy crazy, horn honkin lovin  bus driver's ride this far up, nothing else was going to seem dangerous or risky.

So, up-up and away...big wheels keep on turnin'...

Right on to the top for a mountain high view of our new home, the lakeside campus of Yang-En University.

There are many things happening all at once in a temple setting like this:

Fireworks exploding in concrete bins, incense being lit, rice paper prayers igniting in open kilns, fortunes being told in private seer sessions, all along with drums and bells being played by Buddhist priests who are at the same time chanting into head mounted microphones.

A packed, busy temple like this is one of the few places in China where a tall foreign guy with a strange-haired, blonde gal walking among the people doesn't attract the population's attention.

And then,  like everywhere, there are the dragons.  I could show you the sign, but it was all in Chinese.  However, the most salient points being we were at the Immortals' Well with its Rice-producing Rock.  Make of that what you will.

Next, we have the Maitreya Buddha.

(N.B.) He's the one on the left.

Nephew Evan pointed out before we left, we should keep our eyes out for signs because he finds them very interesting.  Well, there are so many of them they're kind of hard to miss.

Then, after a long morning, the Guy and Gal made it back down off the mountain to their little university village for a few more unusual sights before lunch.

On arriving back in their dorm room, they noticed another novelty.  This goes out to the hard working weed eater repair guys in the back room of Sebo's hardware store. You see there are a thousand freshman showing up next week and the ground crew had to mow the football field in a hurry, by hand.
Those five rice-burning trimmers ran non-stop for 12 hours.  Today, those same five Fists of Fury, raked and bagged it all.  Now, pretty as you please, you can see they are throwing the bags up on the truck and looking for an ice-cold beer temple to celebrate a job well done and as "W" liked to say, "Mission Accomplished!"

As our favorite little guys, Mac and Cheese say, "See you soon, baboons".