Following my morning at the Reed Flute Cave, I napped. When I woke up later, I went outside and for the third time, tried to find the bus that goes to Fubo Hill. I walked around in every direction from my hotel and all it got me was sweaty. I kind of wanted to go back to my room and cry, but instead, I thought I might be near the Sun and Moon Pagodas. I did have a map, but maps are useless to people who just cannot master reading them.
I walked for a bit and made the observation that there may very well be more scooters in China than in Naples. The huge difference is that scooters in China are silent. I mean REALLY silent. So silent that at one point, I had the life scared out of me by a horn blaring at me. I turned and the scooter was less than an inch from me and I never even heard it coming up. I honestly thought at first that maybe for some reason, they were all turned off and just gliding. Nope, dead silent motors.