During the early spring of 2014 Ed and I traveled to China to see Jack in Shenzhen and then flew on to northern Guangxi (south central China), landing in Guilin. From there we took a boat down the Li River, getting off at Yangshuo, a small river town. While there, we hiked up to Moon Hill. It was a hot and humid day and we were awfully glad to rest at the top and even more glad to make friends with a tiny old woman who hikes to the top every morning, carrying a cooler full of bottled water, which she sells to thirsty tourist.
Unable to communicate in a common language, we still figured out how to buy a bottle of water, sign our name and hometown in a little notebook the woman carries with her, and take a photo. She instructed Ed to make a peace sign.