Furong 2017-06-05 > There-ta-da-dam, there-ta-da-dam - the drum beats anxiously under our window. Seven in the morning. The children go to kindergarten. The pouring rain dances its shamanic dance on the leaves of the trees.
Syli 2017-06-04 Day 7 The morning starts as usual restless. A Bulgarian woman screeches, it's raining. . . We pack our suitcases and send them to Zhangjiajie by pigeon mail.