I took the bus about 50 km away from the hot springs resort where we were staying. I rode part of the way back with a couple of cyclists, but got turned around and rode about 5 km in the wrong direction. I was starting to have doubts when Teacher Chen and his family pulled up next to me and said, "Where are you going?" They set me in the right direction, but it turned out for the best since I arrived in a small town down the road just as a small parade was starting. I would have missed it if I hadn't gone the wrong way. Isn't life like that sometimes.
Many of the roads have very large bicycle and scooter lanes, but you don't want to go off the road. That culvert is about two and half feet deep. Talk about hard shoulder.
Falun Dafa is a kind of exercise. Yes, exercise is good!
A video of the parade in 'I-don't-know-where'. You gotta love the drummer in the pink afro. I also get a kick out of the guy walking with a box of fireworks and holding some hot ones in his hand. I guess he's living the motto 'a life without risk', eh. Also, I don't know why they're spraying the 'marching' guy with water. (Okay, I got informed. The guy is a shaman and he's 'beating' himself to channel the power of the gods. The water is magical and blessed and gives him power. Yeah, you go man!)
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