back beneath a favourite underpass and then another unwalked pathway up xiangshan, rough and not much trodden, deserted stop points and eventually arriving at the sight of a fence, realising where we were, how foolish it must be to follow me on these days, told to turn around while part of the lemming brain thinks that it might have been fun to scramble the last twenty meters up the muddy slope, enough bamboo below to halt any unfortunate events resulting from ongoing idiocy....

the rabbit hole on the east coast, 2019 in pushkar for the hindu new year long long before...