UP, dawn, and back down (the ending part 3) To my surprise, I met another American (Scott, came here on vacation, he learns at the Medical University in Israel), who walked the same route, I do. However, we have several times lost their way, but eventually found their "special" route. The descent began with an endless series of steps, they went down as far as the eye could see. My legs began to tremble slightly, it is not clear - of joy or of fatigue, however, there was no choice - I had to descend along this path. After about an hour's walk on the treacherous steps of the Scott we sadly looked at the opposite side of the valley. In anticipation of the dawn We looked at the wooden planks on which we had to go down. After a few forays into other enclosed chains trail, we realized that the dangerous routes were abandoned, and that meant that we are doomed to continue to slide down the hated stairs. This discovery is very much spoiled our mood, so we had to cheer each other with tales of our travels. About another hour descent by steps we reached the foot of the mountain. Dawn We bought tickets for the bus, which was to take us back to the city, and gladly sat down on a soft cushion. When they reached the city, we found a place where we could eat, and be subject to supervision of local residents. Would be fun better than staring at a high white woman? Of course! You can always popyalitsya a high white woman and a high white man! We found the minibus stop, which goes to the city of Xian, and took their places. The bus driver and the rest of the company were very pleased to get to know us - and, of course, they were just sure that we have with Scott "together". First they tried to get Scott to pay for two tickets and were very upset when he did not want to do this. While Scott, a season in the toilet (I was "tied" to this thankless job until the moment when the get to a more civilized place ... maybe the airport), I waited for him while the guard his food and our belongings. What happened then, could only "improve" my impression from this weekend. From fatigue and lack of sleep I fell into a coma and did not notice that the bus driver and his gang (about 6 old people) stood up and decided to approach me. What happened next, I do not remember very well. The driver managed a some sort of "Ni Hao" (hello), I nodded in response, not quite understanding what was happening. After all, we seem to be as we have said hello to him! I betrayed my pathetic "Ni Hao", and when I started to lift her head to look at him, he suddenly felt like someone's big wet lips pressed against my cheek. Followed by a deafening roar of laughter - and he was supported not only old people around me, but also the seller of sandwiches, and his friends, and owners of shops on the other side of the street, who could not take his eyes away from me until I sat down on the place, and about 20 passers-by. I was dumbfounded. I could not even move from surprise (and partly from fear). I forced a chuckle and threatened the old rascal with his finger, which they began to laugh even louder. A few minutes later returned to Scott, and I tried to tell him everything that happened during his absence. As soon as he has only to look at the men laughing as they started to laugh even more, even more than at the beginning. Soon our bus went to Xi'an. After arrival, we said goodbye to Scott - I took a bus to the airport, and he went to the hotel. Way down I came a few hours before my flight, so settled in a chair waiting room, remembering all that has happened to me over the weekend. My body ached and I could only that laugh - from exhaustion and the realization that I survived for two and a half days. My body suddenly reminded me that I was not in the shower for 19 hours. From this wonderful news has become even more fun. I forced myself to rise from his chair, passing glad that I have developed so much willpower. Hopefully, my next adventure will be the Chinese no less fascinating and intriguing. See also: Study of photographic art in China began to materials: Home of the material:
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