China, in general, seems to be a beautiful country, with plenty of places to see. Dave had been to several. Tombs, ancient battlegrounds, giant Buddhas, temples, the Great Wall... the list goes on and on. Words can never truely grasp such places with any justice.
What words can describe was a reaccuring event which seemed to happen at every location...
Dave stared down as Jean and her mum disappeared into the distance. The road was almost vertical, not to mention slippy, how did they move so fast? There was one obvious way he could catch up, but that would hurt. Falling from great hights was not on Dave's 'to do' list.
Eventually one of them, usually Jean's mum, would turn back and offer a helping hand. Linking arms with someone who is helping you to stay upright makes one feel incredibly old and feable.
"Is this because your afraid of heights?"
"No, it's because I have less balance than a one-legged chair." 'Though being afraid of heights really doesn't help much.'
Occasionally one of Dave's feet would slip slightly. This produced an involuntary reaction of leg shaking along with freezing to the spot. It clearly looked funny, if Jean's mums giggle was anything to go by, but Dave failed to see the joke.
'I fall, I die, probably in a very painful way. Foot slipping = close to falling = funny?'
Nope, the joke was always just out of his grasp.
At the end of each such outing Dave was always thankful to be alive.
"So," he said chearfully, "Where to next?"
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