I was in China, and a notable temple had been opened to the public for viewing. It only opened once a year, so thousands lined up for miles to see the temple. I decided to see it myself, but just an observer. I drove for part of the journey and then walked the rest. The road led through a gorge that followed a large river. It crossed in several places. I do not remember viewing the temple, but I wanted to take my wife and kids to see it the next day. We drove for part of the distance and then walked the rest. Again, we waited in line with thousands of people. I could see school children on tour from their classrooms with their teachers escorting them, wearing red coats and walking neatly two-by-two.

We were standing in a line moving along slowly when at one point, I saw groups of people lining the road, some appearing like protestors. We passed one man who was dressed in a weird outfit. He said he was an apostolic minister. I don’t remember what he said, but he was trying to convince us to leave the line. I smiled and walked by. Then we passed a booth with several Eastern European women and men, older and rather large. They had cooked up a cabbage soup with tongue and crab. My wife wasn’t hungry, but I didn’t want to be impolite. So, I took a bowl and began eating. The soup was good, but I didn’t care for the tongue, and the crab had been smoked over an open fire. It tasted fine but seemed oily, and I do not care for smoked food. The tongue meat was cut up and stuffed inside a tongue skin.

After a while, I realized the crowd had dispersed, and we might miss getting into the temple. They closed at 3:00 p.m. We drove quickly in our car and arrived at the gate just as they shut down. We went in and parked next to another entrance and walked in. The temple grounds were beautiful, with lush gardens and waterfalls. I don’t remember seeing the temple, but we were observing again.