day 112: 临潼 (lintong) – 灞桥 (baqiao) = 20,6km

I was going to walk to 西安 (Xi’an) today, but in the end I didn’t make it.

By far.

Instead my mind got corrupted by the lifestyles of the rich and infamous:

This is 华清池 (huaqingchi), the legendary hot springs resort of the emperors.

This place has apparently been in use for more than five thousand years now, but what can be seen today is all very recent:

While the surroundings might have changed, the thermal springs are still the same, forever generously pumping hot water to the surface for us humans to enjoy.

Of all the emperors and concubines that have skinny-dipped here, there was one that I thought I knew only too well:

杨贵妃 (yang guifei) – the beautiful fat lady (visiting the fat lady).

And this is where she used to dip her voluptuous body into the thermal waters more than a thousand years ago:

This slightly larger pool is the one that belonged to her boyfriend the emperor:

It seems as though all these people got their own private pools that they would leave for historians to study after they were gone.

Here’s another one from a totally different epoch, in use by 蒋介石 (Chiang Kai-shek) in the year of 1936:

You’re probably getting weary of looking at dried-out pools belonging to famous people?

Well, here’s my contribution:

And here’s the sexy-clip to make the experience complete:

The thing is, hanging around in this tiny room all by myself actually got really boring, so I took out my book after a while and just sat there reading in my pool.

“You can use the room as long as you want!” the lady from the reception had told me before, but then they started slowly draining the water.

I got up after an hour or so, took a shower and stepped on the dusty road again:

There was a place with A LOT of pool tables that I chose for lunch:

I didn’t have time to play though – too much time was lost already…

Somewhere on the way when I looked up, I noticed some dude was hanging in the air over me, fixing something that I didn’t understand:

It was then that I started thinking: why are there no faces on my pictures anymore??

But then the kids appeared, first one by one:

…and then by the dozen:

They had just gotten off school and were laughing and screaming all along the highway.

And they LOVED posing for pictures:

They even dragged some old people along to pose for me:

This lady looks kind of like the old Chairman, doesn’t she?

Definitely lacked the mole anyways.

Last thing I noticed before I fell down on a bed in a small run-down hotel by the roadside:

Suzuki-Style-Opel-Tuning.

Soundtrack: (Hed) P.E. – “Firsty”

—total: 1534,4km