Dance! I command you!
We stood upon a precipice that dropped vertically into the clouds below. At the bottom, occasionally peeping out from the white blankets, roared a youthful Yangzi river, tumbling and thrashing in a brown torrent. On the opposite bank a sheer gray cliff rose up, jagged and torn from the aeons of rainfall. It was covered in large swathes of brave green bamboo and pine clinging precariously to the gray and brown granite wall. Up and up it rose until it disappeared into a white ceiling far overhead.
|A spectacular waterfall emerges from the mist above a sheer drop-off|
We had a good crew, for once the Americans outnumbered the English, and it was a pleasure to be strolling along high on the cliff. Far away from the Zhongguo Flood rumbling along in their tour buses below. All we could hear was the roar of the brown river and the buzz of cicadas. All we could see was music.