Chongqing has 16 million people living in the city. The cherry blossoms bloom for about 2 weeks. There is one road up the mountain and one road down. You can begin to imagine the chaos on the mountain top. My taxi driver drove like man possessed. Perhaps the scarring on his hand/arm should have warned me about his previous driving successes. When my Chinese friend told him to slow down, he replied, "If the foreigner weren't here, I wouldn't be so reserved."
The park was overrun with brides and grooms taking wedding pictures. Everywhere I looked, there they were. Sitting on benches, leaning against trees, making goo-goo eyes at each other. The photographers give careful instructions, "head to the left, good, yes, now look more blissful!"
You can see the line for the bus in one of the pictures-- and that's not the whole line. When I finally did make it back to my apartment, I lay down on my bed and passed out. The blossoms were beautiful though, and I am thankful I went.
