28 May 2007
Beautiful scenery up in yang ming shan. Very cold and windy.
I didn't realise what a hike it was gonna be - was half-dead after a little climbing. And Stacy and I mourned the poor fate of our new suede ballet flats...
Below are pictures of qing tian gang - rolling pastures that stretch on and on, gusts of clouds swirling around as we wandered forth, on the lookout for a nice spot to sit and rest.
I didn't realise what a hike it was gonna be - was half-dead after a little climbing. And Stacy and I mourned the poor fate of our new suede ballet flats...
Below are pictures of qing tian gang - rolling pastures that stretch on and on, gusts of clouds swirling around as we wandered forth, on the lookout for a nice spot to sit and rest.
We agreed it fitted our image of heaven - flat, undulated misty land, quiet, peaceful. Or at least before someone plugged her ipod into The Rapture and we started prancing and jerking like monkeys on acid.
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