I posed triumphantly on the edge of the temple's gate.
We also talked about language itself. Alexy likes to write Chinese poetry, and he asks me all the time which word is correct in a given situation. On our hike, we discussed the differences between "gracious" and "graceful," and "ankle," "angle," and "angel." It pains me to correct his English sometimes, because I often prefer his creative phrasing. When we started on our hike, the sun was beating down on us and Alexy took the opportunity to ask me,
"Have you pasted your face with anti-violet cream?"
In other news, after returning from my hike and taking a long (and blessedly hot) shower, I ate the most incredible kiwi I have ever tasted in my life. I had no idea kiwis could even be that deliciously good.
Tomorrow, Alexy and I are heading to Guiyang to see if we can't sort out my work visa issues, of which there are many. No work visa = no pay check, so I'd like to get that fixed sooner than later. Then I can buy as many kiwis as I want...