Rain

It’s the summer rainy season.
It’s raining outside.
I am in Guillin, a town renowned for its beauty. Why? You mean you also don’t know?

Here is a description of my day:

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At some point we got out of bed and went to see a stalagmite cave, because we figured we’d be out of the rain.
The cave was unremarkable and boring. Like every other Chinese tourist attraction it was full of kitsch. The tour guide sang us a song (same song as the tour guide in a different stalagmite cave last week) and machines blew bubbles amongst the rock formations.
Came back to hotel.

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Wrote a blog entry.

This is it.