chapter eight, page fifty:

The morning started off with a visit to the Great Wall of China, the place he had always wanted to see and walk on. The moment he reached there, he excited abandoned his friends and climbed as far as time could take him, he only had an hour in total, half and hour up and the other half down, he planned. He raced all the way up, not giving up even though it was tiring. He believed he made it through at least seven sections of it, and reached nearly the highest point, at least it was where the point cable cars could only be taken to access the rest.


After the very quick time at the Wall, he headed off for the Summer Palace, where the Empress Dowager once ruled. It was an eerie place, especially the long famous corridor as almost no one could take a perfect clear shot of it. Strange indeed.

Having looked at all the art appreciation from the past, he felt that it was terribly weird, especially color coordination. Blue with green and some yellow, red with a dash of white and a whole lot of other gaudy colors.





After which, he was brought to the 13 graves of the emperors which does not allow much to be spoken off. And that is how it shall be kept.

That was how the day ended.