Wuyi Shan Trip Part the Second

In a store in the Cultural Palace area at the base of Tian You Peak.

One of the buildings in the Cultural Palace.

I single-handedly discovered this *entire* butterfly.
So I named it after Harry, my faithful tour guide and pocket dictionary fairie.

A particularly poignant "Keep of the Grass" sign outside the Cultural Palace.

At the temple where Mitch and I shook out our fortune sticks.

Escaping for a moment the vigilant watch of our child guides, I was able to poke about in the recesses of the temple workshop.

Bonsai collection in front of the Oracle booth where we got our fortunes interpreted.

"Ni Zhi Dao, ma?" "Due, wo zhi dao." "Bu shi, /ta/ shi Zhi Dao." "Wo zhi dao!"
"You Zhi Dao?" "Yep, I know." "No you're not, /he/ is Zhi Dao." "I know!"
See, it's funny because... the Head Monk's name is Zhi Dao.

Stone Buddha we stopped at when we careened down the hill, also where we mysteriously lost our guide.

"Mo Li Huaaa," lilts Harry's voice from the bamboo forest, where leaves busy themselves scattering sunlight.

Cobbled trail up to the three Da Hong Pao tea bushes where we would yet again "be amazing".

Tea plants with blossoms.

Stepping on stone pillars across a stream, we discover a little care-taker's homestead.

"Molly, you have the wrong gesture. Molly, there is something wrong with your gesture. Molly..."

Tea cups at the Communist Party Secretary's tea store's Attendant's Gong Fu Cha demonstration.

At the lady boy show, where we, indeed, saw lady boys.

"Hey man, is that a sssnake in yer 'jiu?"

On the way out of Wuyi Shan we traveled soft class.
To make up for such comforts, we enjoyed an extra four hours of travel time and the tinging of an infernal fan.

Goodbye Wuyi Shan, we leave you in flames. Thanks for all the ducks!