A fellow teacher, Cheng Fu Shan, invited us to her wedding.
Unfortunately, this grin doesn't accurately represent the funnitudinousness quotient of the evening.
What an amazing cake, no? Correct, no.
The cake is a fake!
Just the portion of the ceremonial cutting is a sort of cake substance.
This is obviously an obscene female genitalia symbol to complement
the tower of glasses over which the groom vigourously shook a bottle of champagne.
On a completely different note, a walk around the hidden lake behind XiaDa campus.
Palm trees growing between old stone slabs.
Layers and stairs, climbing pathways.
A resting bench
Following the sunlit brick road.
Van, I found wild violets in China!
I ated one for you, even. >.> er, I really hope these are violets.
Diverging into the woods and wending through grave markers.
Dead ends don't always stop the living.
Forging through the forest, soft light brushing pine needles.
Cresting a hill for a view of the city through angled trees.
The hills are riddled with hidden army posts, feeding my irrational cautiousness to avoid landmines.
The more obvious entrance.
Tended tombs extending into the botanic gardens, into which it appears I have snuck.
City seen from between clefts.
Angiosperm silhouettes towards sunset.
A sloshing splash of pink indicators suggest that spring sprang.