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Journey to Wudang Mountain: The Home of Taoist Gung Fu — Part 6

Dylan will be writing about his solo trip to China through a series of articles titled “Journey to Wudang Mountain: The Home of Taoist Gung Fu.” This is Part 6 of the series. Follow along to see how he got there, what his Gung Fu training is like, and how he deals with international travel alone. Read Part 5 here.


One Movement. Three Days.

You heard it, folks: one movement in three days of training. I haven’t gotten to tell you much about the actual training. It is very different than how we learn things in the west. We want to learn as much as possible — quantity over quality. We want to show everyone how many different things we know so we can be the best. Well, coming to practice for a month, I thought I would have a lot to bring back. I haven’t learned as much as I thought I would — at least movement wise — but I have learned one of the biggest lessons which will help me get through life more calmly.

Training at the school is just hard work, it can be joyful, peaceful, and fun but at the end of the day it is hard work. It never ends, especially for the kids who live here year round. They practice forms over and over and over and there is always improvement to be made. It is quite amazing being able to practice with these kids. They are the kids that you see on youtube videos that perform all the amazing Gung Fu feats. They do everything from acrobatics, pain tolerance training, and insane flexibility. During training, they are focused and intense but as soon as that whistle blows they are back to being kids. The training is really good for them it seems; they are mature, healthy, and happy. This is their family and it is a close connected family that really cares about each other. So I digress a little but these are the people that have made this experience feel like I am part of that family. It has allowed me to laugh through the tough times and be grateful at times that I am only here for a month.

I have been learning Bagua, which is a martial art that is based on circles and spirals. When done by a master, I think it is the most beautiful thing. It’s like a dance — a deadly one. The art is designed to be able to fight eight opponents at once. So the practitioner learns to dance around his opponents using bones breaks, throws, punches, kicks, and bumps in order to quickly dispatch his or her opponents. The very basic training is walking the circle and learning the eight different palms. This circle walking strengthens the practitioner’s footwork but also makes it agile. The eight palms and their changes look beautiful, but deadly, martial technique is hidden within each movement. After taking several weeks to learn that I am now learning the basics. Each movement is a combination of several martial techniques and I am not sure how many there are in total. I have learned one so far. It has taken some time. Every day we have about three hours of form practice. I have been practicing this one short and simple movement for three days. It is short and looks simple. The principles, which the movements of Bagua are based on, are the hardest to learn. You must move with power, yet be completely relaxed. You must move the body as one beginning with hips turning. You must move fluidly which means relaxed joints and muscles. To be relaxed you must find joy. Finally, you must move your gaze first then your body follows. It is a lot to keep track of. Especially, in the west we are not soft, we are hard, we walk like robots, sit down all day, we are happy because of results, not process, and our hips don’t move.

The first day I am excited about learning a new movement and enjoying the process. The second day I am frustrated with myself for not moving on to learn the next movement. I am doing everything I can to learn this damn movement. Attacking it from every angle. Trying to understand. I am getting frustrated. I am getting down on myself. Of course, I can’t do this. Then the ego floods in and starts its work: being completely self-deprecating. So I reach out to the people who I confide in and get some support because we can’t make this journey alone. The best piece of advice I got was: “Put down your mind.” Put down my mind. Let things be how they are and find joy in the calmness. I came to the third day with a smile and ready to learn something instead of trying to conquer something. I practiced the movement slowly simply and actually enjoyed my time. My coach Chong Qin kept coming over every 15 or 20 minutes to give me pointers. I had the principles, I was getting the movement, I was beginning to understand. The movement isn’t perfect and she moved me to the next movement but I learned a big lesson.

All things that are excellent take time in life. There is no failure; only quitting on your dreams is a failure. Every mistake and blunder is part of the process to fulfill a dream. The fulfillment of the dream isn’t the best part; it is in the working towards it. The more we can find joy in the process the more we can find joy in life. After all, life is the process of death. So the things that bother us do not matter as much as we think and the more we expect from ourselves the more we set ourselves up for frustration. Coming to life with newness with a childlike curiosity to learn is the path to joy. Putting down the mind when it gets out of control takes work but it is the key to the kingdom of peace. Things are how they are and acceptance is love.

Learning Gung Fu is a microcosm for life and contemplation can bring the greatest realizations. So I came to learn Gung Fu and I came to get more peace of mind. I am learning a little Gung Fu and getting a lot of peace of mind. I think about going home and I know I will just have to walk the circle. Walk the Bagua circle that represents life and use the palm changes at the completion of each circle as a way transforming. Every obstacle, palm change, walk, walk, walk, obstacle, palm change, transform, walk, walk, walk, obstacle, palm change, and transform.

Fresh Tomato Mozzarella Salad Recipe

Salads are a staple in any vegan and vegetarian diet. In this version of a fresh tomato mozzarella salad, mozzarella pearls are served with tomatoes, fresh basil, and tossed with balsamic vinegar. A perfect salad alternative, especially in summer when you can get tomatoes and basil from the garden.

For this salad, you’ll need a package of cherry tomatoes, mozzarella pearls, 1/2 a purple onion, handful of fresh basil, garlic, olive oil, and balsamic vinegar. (Also, check out the cool knife ‘block’ my mom made from some old books!)

First, cut your cherry tomatoes in half.

Then dice half your onion.

Mix together the tomato, onion, mozzarella pearls, and basil in a large serving bowl.

Combine oil, balsamic vinegar, salt, and pepper in a jar with a tight-fitting lid (such as a mason jar); shake well. Drizzle over tomato and mozzarella mixture.

And that’s it! Tomato and basil are a classic combination and, when paired with fresh mozzarella, you have something so simple and delicious, you could make a meal out of this salad all by itself. It’s also great served with a slice of buttered Italian bread and a nice wine.


What’s your go-to salad recipe? Let us know in the comments!

Journey to Wudang Mountain: The Home of Taoist Gung Fu — Part 5

Dylan will be writing about his solo trip to China through a series of articles titled “Journey to Wudang Mountain: The Home of Taoist Gung Fu.” This is Part 5 of the series. Follow along to see how he got there, what his Gung Fu training is like, and how he deals with international travel alone. Read Part 4 here.


Wudang’s Delicious Food

I originally thought to do a post about one night I went out in Wudang but I have had so much food in town since that thought. So I will tell you all about the different foods that are served in Wudang. I can’t tell you restaurant names or where they can be found. That’s for your own journey.

My favorite restaurant in Wudang is what we call “The Fish Place.” This little beauty is a hole in the wall and doesn’t look much like a restaurant. It has about 6 short tables with center burners, surrounded by cute little stools. Right next to this room, completely open to the street, is a vat of live fish and scale. The first night I went was with a few of the western students: Roderigo (El Salvador), Vincent (France), and Nathan (America). It was our first night out after a few days, so we had a little celebration. We went to a corner store that sold beer, booze, snacks, and cigarettes. We bought a small bottle of bi jiu (rice liquor), which I would find out later tasted like gasoline.

As we came upon the restaurant, Roderigo, who had been there before, said: “Go on — someone pick a fish.” Frenchie (Vincent) stepped up and grabbed a large, live fish out of the vat of swirling fish. The Chinese man smiled, probably because it was huge, grabbed the fish, and hit its head on the sidewalk. It did not die so he took a wood club and slapped its head one time. It stopped moving. He weighed it and told us the price. We agreed and sat down. Roderigo ordered for us. One by one, dishes were served: dumplings, eggplant and lamb skewers, cucumber and parsley salad, fried sweet corn kernels, squid skewers, noodles, and then the fish came out. It was in a metal container filled with herbs and spices and placed in the center of the table. He turned the burner on to keep it warm for us. We stuffed our faces after a hard week of training. I think the fish was the best, then the squid, which was also quite spicy. Everything was delicious… except the bi jiu which I only drank a few sips. But I rather enjoyed the beer, which was very low alcohol content. Overall this was a great experience and the price was only 265 yuan, which is like 40 US dollars. A meal like that in the United States would have been between $150.00 and $200.00. Great food, fresh food, and cheap food!

The same group of people plus Zhou, one of the Chinese Students at the school, went to a place I would call “Chinese BBQ.” It was nice to have Zhou because he had been there before and spoke much much better Chinese than I. Zhou is 21 years old and has been studying Tai Ji for four years. He is extremely talented, but more importantly, he is welcoming and kind. I found that many people in China treated everyone like family. I am always getting invited to people’s homes just after a short meeting, very different from the west. Anyway, we entered the restaurant and found a man behind a bar selling bottles of bi jiu (YUCK) and several glass tables with lazy susans in the center. This is found at many places in China where you share dishes. Zhou ordered for us. We had every type of meat skewer: pork, beef, chicken, and something else that was kind of chewy…? Also, we ate the best sweet and sour chicken, nothing like anything served in the United States. The taste was amazing and we used what seemed like large dinner pancakes to soak up the sauce. It was quite the meal and another great night out in Wudang town.

I usually went to town on our day off from training: Monday. But there were a few times we would go into town during the week. Like the time when I was training and I realized I had burned a hole through my shoe, sock, and right to my big toe. I tried to patch it with some tape and some leaves but within 30 minutes it was all falling apart. Only two weeks of training and it was time for new shoes. So on midday break, I went with Nathan, a fellow student, to town and we found a little store and that had wonton soup, again nothing like anything found in the States. It was full of about 20-30 wontons and was a simple way to fill the belly. Then I got a new pair of shoes. Wontons and shoes. Shoes and wontons. I think I have said enough about Wudang eats. Just come try for yourself.

Listen up for real Wudang training—one movement takes three days. Thanks for reading, see you soon! HI-YAH!

Sunday Brunch Playlist: A Curation of Songs That Go Well With Mimosas and Avocado Toast

The playlist provides sweet, upbeat tunes tossed with happy lyrics and floaty melodies. It’s perfect for playing while you and your friends chow down on whatever foods your brunch-loving heart desires. Finally, a playlist full of songs no one would dare complain about. So go ahead, turn on Spotify, bob your head to some happy tunes, and munch on some delicious brunch goodies with your pals.

Here’s the list of songs:

  1. M79 – Vampire Weekend
  2. Hang Loose – Alabama Shakes
  3. Goodmorning – Bleachers
  4. Come Save Me – Jagwar Ma
  5. Island In The Sun – Weezer
  6. Ooh La La – Faces
  7. Where Is My Mind? – Pixies
  8. Let’s Dance – David Bowie
  9. Stay Alive – Jose Gonzalez
  10. Banana Pancakes – Jack Johnson
  11. New Soul – Yaem Naim
  12. Society – Eddie Vedder
  13. Be OK – Ingrid Michaelson
  14. After Hours – The Velvet Underground
  15. The Cave – Mumford & Sons
  16. You’ve Got The Love – Florence + The Machine
  17. Someone New – Hozier
  18. Send Me On My Way – Rusted Root
  19. God Only Knows – Beach Boys
  20. Feel It All Around – Washed Out

Alternatively, if you have a Spotify account, you can check out the playlist here:


What are some of your favorite tunes to play during Sunday brunch? Let us know in the comments!

Journey To Wudang Mountain: The Home of Taoist Gung Fu — Part 4

Dylan will be writing about his solo trip to China through a series of articles titled “Journey to Wudang Mountain: The Home of Taoist Gung Fu.” This is Part 3 of the series. Follow along to see how he got there, what his Gung Fu training is like, and how he deals with international travel alone. Read Part 3 here.


Saturday morning, I woke up with an entire day of training until we headed off to Xi’an. Vincent, my traveling partner hailing from France, had come to the school for one month to learn Tai chi. He is on a four-month journey through East Asia.

The heat rose with the sun and we all poured sweat during training. The trip to Xi’an was the carrot to pull me through a hard day’s training. It got to 102 degrees and we didn’t even need training to sweat — just being alive was enough.

Eight hours and a cold shower later, we were off to get a bus to Wudang. When we arrived, we found a familiar hole-in-the-wall restaurant. The jovial owner greeted us. He was happy to see us again, I hoped. “Yi Ge Jiao Zi, Yi Ge Chow Mian, and uhhh, Yi Ge,” I said as I pointed at the pot of stewing chicken thighs. I had asked for dumplings, noodles, and one piece of chicken. We filled our bellies with noodles, dumplings, and chicken for our up coming journey. That night we would wait until 11 pm to catch a taxi to Shiyan and from there we would take a 7-hour train ride to Xi’an. Vincent and I headed down to the river and were surprised by a beautiful sun setting in the distance. Thank God that thing was finally going down.

The walkway and river, or what was left of it, was filled with people. Kids playing in the water, older folks had chairs set up chatting and laughing as they fanned themselves with real Chinese fans! Some farmers were still out trying to sell a few more watermelons before day’s end and some men sucked down cigarettes while playing a Chinese board game similar to chess. It was nice to see people out and about enjoying life. All coming together at the end of the day, it felt very homey. Community. The community was strong in Wudang and you could just feel it in the spirit of the people. I think it is something we miss in the west. We are so scared of each other, so much fear, and we are forced to be independent as a sign of strength. I think it leaves us with a lot of problems with depression and anxiety. But hey, I ain’t no psychologist!

Getting a taxi was always somewhat of a game and you had to bargain. The driver would always give us a really expensive price at first, but we were ferocious. We wanted the price they gave to Chinese people. So we approached the first taxi in a line of three and told him where we wanted to go. He put 235 on his phone calculator. We laughed and told him sixty. He scoffed and punched in 180 and at that point, we just walked to the next taxi. We told him the second driver where we wanted to go and he started with 160 on his phone calculator. Better but not good enough. We told him sixty and his eyes almost popped out of his head. He started saying something in Chinese and then the first taxi driver approached. They started talking amongst each other and Vincent and I started laughing. “Come on, come on!” We said. The two drivers started laughing at us. The second driver pointed to the moon and said something; I heard the word “wanshang” which means nighttime. Okay, so it was a higher price because it was nighttime. Understandable but we weren’t going to stop. The second driver punched in 140 on his phone calculator. We considered it and then put 80 in on his phone. He shook his head in defeat. Just then, a third driver walked up asking “Na Li Na Li?” (Where, where?) I told him Shiyan Train Station and said “Yi Bai.” (100). He said, “Okay, okay!” The second driver turned to us frustrated, as we were about to walk away, revealed his phone calculator to us in crumbling defeat: 80. We hopped in his cab and got our fair ride to Shiyan. I had spoken with Tang earlier that day and he said the price should be around 80-100. Bargaining can be tense but it is worth it.

We pushed through the masses of people at the old, poorly-lit train station in Shiyan and luckily found two seats. There we waited for about an hour for our train to begin boarding. At this point, I was completely exhausted and just wanted a bed to sleep in. But we would not get a bed. We had booked our train late so we did not have the luxury of even a hard sleeper, we were bound for hard seats. A seven-hour train ride in hard seats. The station stunk of cigarette smoke despite the numerous no smoking signs and loads of talking people. It was not a pleasant place to be and I am not a princess — well, not always. Our train eventually boarded and we were headed for Xi’an, home of the Terracotta Warriors, the Muslim quarter, and the famous Xi’an City Wall.

After arriving in Xi’an we walked over to our hostel and passed out for several hours because we got virtually no sleep on the train. Vincent contacted two fellow students who happened to be in Xi’an that weekend, so it was a weekend with the French in China. The first adventure we enjoyed was the Xi’an City Wall. It was built by the first Emperor of China and remains completely intact today. It wraps around the core of the city and is surrounded by tall buildings on the outside. To walk the entire wall would take few hours as it is about 14 kilometers so we only walked one corner, which took about an hour. It was really a historical experience.

I could imagine soldiers patrolling the wall throughout the day and sentries looking out into the darkness at night. I imagined what it would be like to be a soldier in an advancing army and being a citizen protected by the behemoth. As we walked along, many bricks had Chinese characters etched into them. I wondered if it was century old soldiers carving the names of their lovers into the brick. After our epic walk through time on one of China’s great walls, we headed for the Muslim Quarter.


The city of Xi’an was the beginning of the Silk Road roughly 1,000 years ago. Many overseas merchants came, including people from Arabic countries — some settled in this area. It became known as the Muslim Quarter, now with tens of thousands of practicing Muslims and about 10 Mosques including the Great Mosque, which we were able to visit. The Great Mosque was the oldest and largest built in the area. It was a peaceful place with a large courtyard where you could hear prayers in the distant. Much of the stone architecture has not been restored which left it looking old and beautiful, but still intact.

The Muslim quarter was a great place to cruise through in the evening. I really felt like I was in China. The streets are filled with food vendors selling freshly baked bread, grilled kebabs, octopus legs on skewers, roasted nuts, small restaurants selling noodles, fruit stands packed with fresh fruits and the occasional convenience store. People swarmed through the streets as cars tried to push through the masses. I kept my eyes peeled over my shoulders to watch out for incoming motorbikes and scooters. But I didn’t worry; the incessant beeping always warned of their approach. We walked through the tightly packed streets trying to take it all in through our eyes and our cameras.
We came upon a covered area with winding alleyways that housed the curiosity shops and tourist gift shops! We bought several little bracelets, fans, silks (fake?), and coins to take home as souvenirs. We made out pretty well with our superior bargaining skills.

The last thing we saw before leaving Xi’an was the Terracotta Warriors. This site is actually the first emperor of China Qin Shi Huang’s tomb. He had his entire army replicated out of stone to guard his burial mound. Each soldier’s face is carved differently and come complete with weapons, horses, and carriages. It was truly fantastic because of the amazing human ingenuity and insanity dedicated to something so massive. Warehouses have been built over the excavation sites themselves so people can view the sites while in air conditioning. You can’t get really close to them but they have a few soldiers in glass cases for closer inspection. This is a really touristy place to go to but it is the thing that drew us to Xi’an in the first place.
The trip to Xi’an was a wonderful getaway from our intense Gung Fu training. We got off the bus at our stop in Wudang and trudged up the hill back to school. As we entered the grounds we were met with a warm welcome of smiles and waves from the other students and coaches—we were home. Even though the next week of training would be just as hard as the previous, I was happy to be home at Wudang Dragongate Gung Fu School.


Look out for my next delicious post on some great local eats in Wudang. HI-YAH!!

Five Game of Throne Cocktail Recipes

It’s Sunday, so you know what that means — it’s Game of Thrones Day! To really get in the spirit of the show, I concocted five Game of Throne cocktail recipes that are based on the different houses. We have the Baratheon house, the Tyrell house, the Stark house, the Targaryen house, and the Lannister house. The drinks represent each house. For fun, I even added the house banners (that I got from Pinterest) taped to toothpicks. Check out the recipes below!

The Baratheon

400 ml orange juice

30 ml lemon juice

50 ml gin

2 glasses of ice

Combine all ingredients into a blender and pulse until fully blended. Pour into a tall glass.

The Tyrell

12 mint leaves

1 tsp lime juice

1 tsp sugar

1/2 cup ice

40 ml rum

4.5 oz lemon-lime soda

Place mint, lime juice, and sugar into a muddler. Muddle until mint is crushed and spoon mixture into a glass. Pour ice, then rum and soda. Stir.

The Stark

Tonic water

30 ml gin

15 ml lemon juice

Pour tonic water into a container and place it in the freezer. After it’s frozen, crush the tonic water with a spoon until it resembles slush. In a separate container, mix gin and lemon juice. Spoon slushy tonic water into a glass. Pour gin mixture over slush.

The Targaryen

Cran-apple juice

Cranberry juice

50 ml vodka

Freeze cran-apple juice into ice cubes. After they’re frozen, place ice cubes into a tall glass. Pour in remaining ingredients and stir.

The Lannister

Pineapple-coconut sparkling water

50 ml vodka

Ice

Pour all ingredients into a cocktail shaker. Pour over ice.


Are you a Game of Thrones fan? What are you looking forward to this season? Let us know in the comments!

Jalapeno Popper Crescent Rolls Recipe

These jalapeno popper crescent rolls are so yummy, and they only take about 20 minutes to make. They make the perfect side dish for any meal.

It only takes four ingredients. All you’ll need is a package of crescent rolls (eight), four jalapenos, a package of cream cheese, and shredded cheese. First, you’ll need to cut your jalapenos into fourths.

Open your package of crescent rolls. Spread a dollop cream cheese on the largest part of the triangle. Place two jalapeno strips and top with some shredded cheese. Roll up the crescent roll.

Place on an ungreased baking sheet. Bake for 10-12 minutes or until lightly browned. Sprinkle more cheese if desired.

And it’s that simple! They’re not too spicy and the crescent rolls basically melt in your mouth.


What’s your easiest recipe? Let us know in the comments!

Staying in Playlist: A Curation of Songs for Staying Home on a Saturday Night

The playlist provides a healthy mixture of sultry and sweet tossed with some snarky guitar riffs and hooky melodies. It’s perfect for you to dance all alone in your underwear or eat a pint of Ben and Jerry’s on the couch in your pajamas. There’s no fear of missing out here — you’ll be completely satisfied at home listening to music while your friends dance in sweaty clubs and overpay for flat beers.

This playlist is perfect for those who don’t want to go out:

  1. Holy Roller – Thao & The Get Down Stay Down
    2. Why – Andrew Bird
    3. Nova-Leigh – Born Ruffians
    4. Don’t Make Me a Target – Spoon
    5. Dirt on Your Shoes – Bishop Allen
    6. The Dream Lives of Ordinary People – Voxtrot
    7. Home – Great Northern
    8. Bigmouth Strikes Again – The Smiths
    9. Our House – Madness
    10. The Fairest of the Seasons – Nico
    11. Oh Yoko! – John Lennon
    12. The High Road – Broken Bells
    13. Soul Meets Body – Death Cab for Cutie
    14. Champions of Red Wine – The New Pornographers
    15. Gravity Rides Everything – Modest Mouse
    16. Black Coffee in Bed – Squeeze
    17. Meet Me In The Basement – Broken Social Scene
    18. Save Me – Aimee Mann
    19. No Rain – Blind Melon
    20. Nobody Really Cares If You Don’t Go to the Party – Courtney Barnett

If you have a Spotify account, you can check out the playlist here:


What are some songs do you listen to when you just want to chill at home? Let us know in the comments!

Journey to Wudang Mountain: The Home of Taoist Gung Fu — Part 3

Dylan will be writing about his solo trip to China through a series of articles titled “Journey to Wudang Mountain: The Home of Taoist Gung Fu.” This is Part 3 of the series. Follow along to see how he got there, what his Gung Fu training is like, and how he deals with international travel alone. Read Part 2 here.


Watermelon Day

Tang bought a watermelon today. Watermelon is special. Watermelon brings people together.

Today was a normal day at Wudang Dragon Gate Kung Fu School. I woke up at 6:00 a.m. to the most irritating whistle which indicated food. I stumbled out of bed and down to the cafeteria. Wudang special breakfast — rice. Rice everyday, rice three times a day, always rice. Rice, rice, rice. I went back and laid in bed after eating the delicious grain that would give me energy for my training soon to come. Within an hour, another whistle blew. Time to go train.

We trained for a few hours with a little break in between. Being early morning, it had not started to get hot. Our coach called us in. “Wow, off early today,” I thought. We lined up like little gung fu soldiers and our coach shouted a few things in Chinese, then pointed at the mountain behind him. He turned to point at me and a few other students. “Uh…oh…”

We followed our coach — having collected shovels and old rice bags — through the school, out the back, and up the mountain. Some of us were designated diggers and some were carriers. I was a carrier. As the bags were filled with the dark soil, the other carriers and I strained to put the bags on our shoulders. We walked up five flights of stairs to the rooftop to find a dozen long, deep planters. These wooden planters were huge and we had to fill them. One by one, rice bag by rice bag, we filled the planters with dirt. Each trip felt like it would be my last but I continued on, trying various different ways of holding the bags to use different muscle groups.

An hour later, Vincent, the student from France, said “Shooo Sheee… coach said it, I don’t know what it means?”

“Yes!” I cried out. “It means rest, man. It means rest.”

I returned to my room. Tang showered and then I showered. I got out of the shower and put shorts on my still wet body. Tang shouted from the bedroom, “Watermelon!” I came out of the bathroom to find Tang cutting through an enormous watermelon with a tiny knife. He turned and smiled, “We share, for us.” Tang had pretty decent English and my mandarin was pretty bad. We got along well, we always laughed as we would try to explain complex topics in each others language. Google translate was certainly helpful. He handed me half of the watermelon and a spoon. “I haven’t used a spoon in two weeks,” I thought. We sat there and devoured cold watermelon while the fan blew the hot summer air on us. We laughed as we munched away. We just laughed and ate.

We laughed because we had trained together. We were brothers, in a way. We trained, ate, and slept together. But it was the training that brought us close, all of the school, not just Tang and I. We were bound as brothers and sisters. We understood the tightness and stiffness we felt in our legs every morning and night. We understood the feeling of total exhaustion and not being able to move. We understood the joy of finally getting that movement right. We understood the peace that each other felt in certain moments while practicing. Gung fu is for family. That is why we laugh eating watermelon and that is why watermelon is special.

This reminds me of another day where watermelon came into play. We were all training hard at our different arts. Sweat pouring in hot 98 degree Wudang heat. A large farm truck pulled up through the stone gates. It was piled high with watermelons. A man got out of the truck and chatted with the woman that ran the kitchen, Master Wang’s sister. She shouted something in Chinese across the yard and Chong Qin repeated it in English for us: “Get watermelon if you want.” The western students and I ran over to the truck picking through the various watermelons. Tang picked out three and I picked out three as well. I paid for them all. Twenty yuan! Which is about three dollars American. Six massive watermelons for only three dollars! These would sustain us through the next week of practice in between sessions.


Keep your eyes and nose peeled for my next post about the delicious food found in Wudang town. Thanks for reading! HI-YAH!

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