Friday was the day my dad had to give his talks, so my sister and I were on our own to explore the resort. We paid about $16 each for an all-day pass to the hotsprings and spa, which also included a 45-minute foot or ‘doctor’ massage. In the morning, we relaxed in the hotsprings, which honestly looked more like dirty hot tubs than what I had imagined as a hotspring, as the water was infused with various minerals and other ‘healing’ elements. Then, after lunch, we set out to get our ‘doctor’ massages, which we both chose over the foot massage, because we couldn’t imagine what someone would do to our feet for 45 minutes. Big mistake. After a sleepy relaxing morning where I dozed off several times (also caused by the little sleep I was getting from working each night until after midnight or so), I was abruptly revived by my ‘masseuse’ who chose the most painful pressure points all over my body to administer the ‘doctor’ massage, starting with my face. These pressure points included the soft spots in my temple, the insides of my ears (!), the spot right under the inside of my elbow, and the spot at the very top of the backs of my thighs. I started being able to predict where he would administer the pressure next by considering where would be MOST painful for him to exert all his strength. My legs, after the strenuous day of Great Wall climbing, were the worst and I think I squirmed enough to keep him from administering the full brunt of the massage.
Feeling quite black and blue, my sister and I changed back to swimsuits to relax again in the sun next to the outdoor pool for the rest of the afternoon.
Dinner that night was a special one for the members and guests of the conference in our hotel. We had several different authentic Chinese dishes served to us continuously, includin

g full-on unpeeled and un-beheaded prawns. Towards the end, we enjoyed a performance of traditional Chinese entertainment, starting with dressed up and painted warriors acting out an intricate sword-fight. The next act was Chinese opera, which I appreciated very much for novelty and insight into Chinese culture, but not very much aesthetically, as the ‘singing’ sounded to my western ears more like nasal screaming. We were also sitting really close to

the speakers which made things worse. Next up was a dance with girls imitating peacocks, which was lovely. Then we saw an acrobatic display where a woman balanced on a board atop a rolling tin cylinder, where she caught metal bowls tossed to her, inched them to the end of the board, then flicked them up and caught them on her head. Next up was an actor who could change masks so quickly you couldn’t see her doing it and her face seemed to transform in front of your eyes. This deserves a video clip:
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