On this day in Xi'an we escaped the prescribed tourist areas and, frisbee in hand, went a-strolling. Our goal was a park in the NW corner of the city. Wandering through the back streets, we got a lot of side-eyes- a mixture of curiosity and suspicion at the westerners (especially my tall, skinny, long-haired, blonde brother) outside the areas where such as us are usually found.
The park was a moderate bust for our original aim, as we had somehow forgotten the landscaped/cultured/engineered nature of Chinese gardens. They are ideal for contemplative meandering, but not so much for running about. Still, we did manage to play a rather cramped game on a disused badminton court, providing spectacle for the locals.
As you can see, Chinese parks are also ideal for inflated-plastic-bubble hydro-recreation. I'm still not sure if this looks like fun, or like a sad, ziploc bag substitute for swimming. A little of both.
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