My uncle magnanimously agreed to ride a horse up the mountain with me, so we hired two horses and a guide to go with us. My dad and my cousin opted to go up on foot in search of more opportunities to take photos. The trails up the mountain begin on the banks of a small river.
Here’s a picture my dad took of me when he met us on the way back down. The horses are closer to ponies, short but powerful, probably adapted to mountain-climbing. My guide was a woman who seemed young to me, despite her sun-darkened and creased skin. She spoke lilting Mandarin to me, curious to know where I had come from and what I thought of China. I thoroughly impressed my uncle by managing to carry on a halting conversation with the guide, telling her about myself and asking some basic questions.
Here’s a picture my dad took of me when he met us on the way back down. The horses are closer to ponies, short but powerful, probably adapted to mountain-climbing. My guide was a woman who seemed young to me, despite her sun-darkened and creased skin. She spoke lilting Mandarin to me, curious to know where I had come from and what I thought of China. I thoroughly impressed my uncle by managing to carry on a halting conversation with the guide, telling her about myself and asking some basic questions.
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