I walked on the treadmill this morning, as my leg was feeling better, but looks horrible. It's still swollen and very red and blotchy. They had a ceremony in front of our hotel with a man in a dragon costume climb real high up a pole and dance. Several men in bright colors did tricks breaking bricks on their heads, and hitting each other with sticks. Not quite sure what that was all about. Carie and her mother picked us up in a cab and drove us to a pagoda. Her father and brother's ashes are placed there as are hundreds of others and the crowd was amazing. People with their incense, praying to pictures and artifacts of their loved ones were everywhere. They could buy a cage of birds, and let them loose to symbolize releasing all cares into the air for the new year. They would take several sticks with numbers on them, then they hit them together and when one broke, they would take the number on that stick to a monk and the monk would tell them exactly what that meant for the future year. If it was bad, that would ruin their whole year!
We returned to Carie's house for another lunch of that wonderful feast. This time she added egg rolls, hard boiled eggs, and her brother had a delicious red Bordeaux from France. After lunch we got to talk to her mom about her life after she married and her husband was in the reeducation camp. They took him away and told him to take enough clothes for 3 days and he was gone 3 years! She had little communication with him either. Ron is going to write an article about his life and the connection with Harley Davidson motorcycles.
We tried out my microwave/convection oven on the rest of that pork for supper and boiled some noodles. Not bad. No maid service today because it's still a holiday.
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