EMEISHAN

It is or is not a coincidence that Emeishan (pronounced UH-MAY-SHAHN, kind of) is pronounced in a way similar to 'amazing', so you can say them both quickly in quick succession and succeed in muddling them up, muxing them ip, so to speak. Welcome back to blogworld, writer of BS (sure is better than PF, anyway) -- and there's plenty more where that came from!

Emeishan, or Emei Mountain, is significant for various reasons, all of which are available for your perusal at Wikipedia.org, a fantastic new resource brought to you by the May Administration - String and Stabbel, forever and ever. 

It's one of the four sacred Buddhist mountains of China, and is therefore teeming, and incredibly well infrastructured. Perhaps disconcertingly so. Stairs, dozens of thousands of stairs, carry tourists by the mill to a heavily built-up peak, whereupon a gilt Buddha light fountain waves to a tumult of clouds. And oh yes there are hotels and restrooms, cookies and all the rest, shucks. 

It stands at 3,099m / It is 3,099m tall / Its height is 3,099m / Its highest point is 3,099m above sea level / Elevation = 3,099m. So many ways to say the same thing, it's no wonder people lose sleep over where they'll be in six months, or what colour the decking ought to be.

A common occurrence:
(in Chinese)
hey, you lot are foreign! guys, I found a bunch of foreigners!!
(chiming in)
oh wwaaaaw foreigners!!! hey, go and stand next to them while I take a photo.
(giddy)
hey hey hey HEHEEYYYY WWOAW YEAH
etc
etc
etc

So I photograph the photographers in a trite, meta-theatrical effigy to the act of retaining pictorial dignity, or some such bogus.

Ram got a chilli shirt (name has been spoonerised to preserve nominal anonymity).

Tibetan macaques make a living by pick-pocketing unwary passers-by and undercutting the human vendors (that is, vendors which are human, not vendors of humans) with their stolen wares. Poor Sophie got assaulted by one and was forced to surrender a flagon of flavoured water, bless. We saw the bottle in question being exchanged for intimate favours by a shrewd social media magnate the following morning.

This (picture below) reminds me of that mediocre Stereophonics song A Thousand Trees, of which the op-fejwafewnv;----- but it's slightly too boring to talk about here. I had a trivia point but it's not worth it. I mean I like the Stereophonics, or at least I used to, it's just that quite a lot of their music is, how to put it - bland// Like they're not trying to invent, or innovate, in the way some other musicians or bands are.
Who's original then, B?
Well, I'm glad you asked. Tony Allen - Losun, is groovy. Obviously Gambino, and Ryo Fukui was back in 1976. Also, you could listen to Treece, and I will forever love Dizraeli, whose lyrics are bottomless. Childsplay, Kieren Hebden, PBU, Quantic, Aphex and the PSS. Caps duly doffed.

Had a bit of a scare as the cable car (from near-summit to tru apex) collapsed under the weight of so many years of service, leaving 98 of us dangling from a shoestring five sixths of the way up. Silver lining - spectacular views as we slid to the bottom, landing on our various bottoms in a bruised and bloodied pile.

It being China, there must be people, so here they are in force (though actually it was quieter than it could have been, truly).

The last few weeks here have been fab. I hope yours have too. In 11 and a half hours I will turn 23, and thereby be 11 and a half hours closer to the next large-scale event, the significance of which is overwhelming, understudied, overbearing, undeniable, overdone, well done, blue.

Here's to the fools.