Report: Riding excursion

From Mr Yu:
Rosemary slipped down from the stepping stones when crossing the little brook in town after dinner. She had some minor scratches on her left leg. We applied some antibiotic cream on the affected area and wrapped up with a patch. It was a little painful at beginning but she felt better later. She was able to participate in today's activities. After breakfast we headed for Baisha Village where we spent the next two and half hours riding on horse backs through a Naxi Village and some beautiful pastures.

The weather was just right. It was cloudy so there was no threat of sunburn.

After lunch most kids went back to the hotel to chill. Sam, Mike, Sean, and Jack Martin went with Jackie and Mr. Yu to the climb the Elephant Mountain located in the center of Lijiang. It took us more than an hour to get to the top where we had the bird's-eye-view of the city and the surrounding mountains. We were able to discern Shuhe Township where we have been staying some 10 miles to north.

I am also saddened to report that Maggie's day was interrupted and spoiled by her ailment related to the consumption of a pan-fried egg supplied by the hotel. She threw up once shortly after the horse ride started, so she had to walk back to the parking lot. We hired a taxi to get her back to the hotel before lunch. After we came back in the afternoon, Maggie reported that she was feeling much better. She vowed not to eat any pan-fried egg again provided to her by any hospitality-related facilities in the world. At this moment she is sitting next to Mr. Yu and a bunch of other loud kids in the Nomad's Cafe owned by a Dutch guy who married a Tibetan girl. She is fantasizing about being mauled by a gigantic panda bear and she is begging Mr. Yu to write this down as a piece of fact, and at which point she is repeatedly reminded not to confuse fantasy with reality.

The kids present at the cafe would like Mr. Yu to add that during the horse ride, Jack Martin's horse soiled a certain boy's trousers when relieving itself when transporting its cargo from Point A to Point B. The kids insist the boy's name is NOT Ben.

The writer confesses that he is under tremendous amount of pressure to write the above two paragraphs, which do not reflect the views or opinions of said writer.