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A green oasis in the center of a smoggy city. This is Bai Yun Shan, where my friends entertained me for a Saturday. I was one of just 3 foreigners there that day. |
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You'd never know you're in the middle of Guangzhou. |
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People, people, everywhere. |
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"Ren Shan, Ren Hai." Go on Saturday and expect crowds. Foreigners don't hang out here. |
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In Chinese thinking, by treating your feet you can heal your whole body. So like the others I pulled off my shoes and went down the pebbled rock path in my socks. Felt great. |
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In the clearing was a packed crowd of 50-somethings and older, singing old Communist Party and Chairman Mao songs from their youth. Reliving the good ol' days. |
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English of excellent, priority the first. |
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Xiao Shan and Gong Yanhong, two lovely young friends who were my guide for the day. |
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And you thought it was bad in L.A. ... |
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