Day2 still, after yang ming shan and headed for Dan shui.
A little worse for wear after the winding journey on the bus down the mountain. Finished about a pack of orange peel between us. Zee's queasy expression goes down as a classic.
It was pouring when we got there so no sight-seeing. Tea was yummy at 红楼 Hong lou - a magnificent red-bricked colonial building tucked away on a hill. Hanged out there for the longest time waiting for the rain to abate. Could barely move a finger after tea and dinner.
I lean my head slowly to the side, reflect on the camellia on the moss
of the temple, reflect on a cup of tea, while outside the wind is rustling
the foliage, the forward rush of life is crystallised in a brilliant jewel
of a moment that knows neither plans nor future, human destiny is rescued
from the pale succession of days, glows with light at last and, surpassing
time, warms my tranquil heart.