today HOM and i sign up for a day trip to the UNESCO world heritage tulou site.
we are the final passengers to board the full 48-seater. the air is close. the trip promises to be a 2-way 4-hours-per-way struggle through traffic in close proximity to humanity. i hope no one has a flight to catch tonight! the tour guide says brightly. one gentleman hocks his sputum discreetly into a piece of tissue.
twenty minutes into the ride and just before the bus enters the highway the vehicle scrapes the side of another bus and we grind to a screeching halt. loud altercation ensues over the following minutes.
HOM and i look at each other most meaningfully. i wonder if it is worth it sticking with the tour, he murmurs. what say you we abandon ship? i say at the same time. in answer HOM holds out his hand and we make our way to the door and tumble out hastily and gladly.
we spend the day on the mountains-to-sea trail instead. you can have your world heritage site, i think to myself. gimme fresh air and a good walk in beautiful weather any time. bonus because the lunch is great too.