Saying goodbye to Claudelle was strangely easy. It was almost like saying goodbye to Philip, or even many of my college friends. I know I'm friends with them, I might see them again, but I have what matters with them. Plus, I very much expect to see her in Charlottesville.
Anyway, I got to hike up Lantau again, and this time, made sure to do it so that more of my body would get a tan. It almost didn't look like it would happen. The rainy season in the tropics has not been kind these past few days, and it started to pour around noon. However, by about two o'clock it cleared up, and Blake and I managed to summit the mountain without too much difficulty (yay for cardiovascular strength and knowing the proper way to climb a mountain trail).
Finally, in coming down the mountain, we arrive just in time to begin to pull into the final few cable cars that will take us back down to Hong Kong proper. However, as we turn a corner, a giant yak is standing right by the pathway and munching on grass. Yeah, a yak! There was no owner, farmer, or anyone else, and this thing had huge horns. It looked at Blake and eye with the blankest of stares. As we moved on, and entire heard of yaks was out at the bottom of the giant Buddha, munching on grass, and not paying any attention to the two white guys moving right through. So, gold star for random event of the week.
Tomorrow is my last full day abroad. I have to catch my plane early on July 1st. This trip really has made me appreciate and think about a great many things. But two things are certain: Asia needs philosophy, and the world needs more capitalism. But those are rants for another time, which will be discussed in other places.
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