I LOVE to travel. I could talk about all the places I want to go and bore everyone to death. So, I am designating one day a week, instead of every moment, to write about travel. China has been on my mind lately. I have been as some of you may know. I was just telling Zach yesterday about all these noodle shops we used to eat at. I don't know what they use for the broth, but it's divine. I love the people and the countryside. The people love Americans. They want to move here. It always shocks me that people want to move to America so much, but they want freedom. It sounds old aged to me, wanting freedom, because I have it. They do not. It makes me respect America a little more.


So anyway, I will focus on this one particular place in China. Some friends and I wanted to go hiking. I can't remember the name of the place, but we took a bus to get there. It was about 20 minutes away maybe. We drove up this mountain and could finally see the blue skies again. Once we were off the bus, we walked. A long way. Michael kept promising a little water hole for us to swim in. We kept walking. And walking. Until finally we saw this.

By the time we got to the water hole we were so hot from hiking. We all jumped in, fully clothed. It was the most refreshing feeling, and probably the cleanest water in China. We took turns jumping into the water from this ledge, and eventually left for the day. After all that walking, Michael decided to pay for a golf cart ride back.
I miss that part of China a lot. It was one of my favorite places because by that time in the trip I was wanting a little taste of home, and hiking does that for me.
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