Now, it is the journey downhill. It was harder to find a place in the mini-bus than in the cable car. Finally inside one, the mythical over speeders incarnated right in front of our eyes. At times the drivers just braked unable to steer clear of the buses coming from the opposite side. Terrifying as it was, with deep gorges on one side, we watched outside the window unperturbed of the speeding. When the bus took the turn on some roads, we could see the road till the beginning of the valley. The cable cars ran like little flakes of dream popping in and out of the clouds that freely floated around the gigantic mountain. The speeding driver refused us an opportunity to focus the camera properly and thus it went happily into the case. Now there we were, soaking in the last green sights of an unforgettable journey uphill in China.
This blog was originally published on Clueless Compass.