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I spent the past 10 days traveling like mad, there are so many things I need to write about. But really sorry that I was too lazy to use my camera during the whole time, no pictures. I would have to translate my crazy traveling into words in the next couple of days.

To begin with, I thought about a short story written by a useless guy in mid Chin dynasty. (The reason I called this guy useless because he was writing something that was despited by his peer self-respected scholars. He went around China gathering ghost stories and edited them into a book - 聊齋異誌).

I thought about the story on my flight back to Tokyo, the turbulance was shaking the aircraft violently, it almost wanted to answer the call of gravity. Damn, I was practicsing the newly acquired Zen breathing technique and thought, it wasn't too bad if I die here. The story goes like this.

There was a big boat ferrying passengers over Yanzi river. When the boat reached the middle of the river, where no shores on both sides can be seen, strong winds thunders and lightenings arised out of blue. The boat was tossed in big waves helplessly, everyone on board thought this's going to be the end, rain kept falling on their scared faces. All of sudden, the thunder god appeared behind the furious cloud with eye-irritating ray, holding a piece of wood board with only three words "Sun Bi Zhen (孫必振)". The captain immidiately shouted to the crowd "who is Sun? You must piss off the river god, we have to sacrifice you." A young man surfaced himself with ghostly white face. Angry people started to push and pounch the poor young man. The captain threw him a wood board so he can hold on to and threw him into the river.

Sun watched the boat sailed away while waiting for his final to hit, a moment later, a ear deafening thunder struck the boat, broke it half. Sun witnessed it sank to the bottom of the huge river without anyone survived.