Oldest Buddhist temple in China

17.04.2015

I went to Luoyang again and stayed with Courtney and Chris again. Courtney was busy volunteering, so Chris and I went to the White Horse Temple without her. It was drizzling and cold all morning and when Chris came to meet me at the train station, for some reason he was wearing a T-shirt and sandals. I meekly offered him my extra shirt and later he said it saved his life. He looked a little ridiculous in argyle and a cowl neck, but what can you do?

The temple was restored and crowded, so not unlike most others, even though it's the oldest one in China. There were also life-size replicas of other countries' temples, which felt a lot like Disney World, but were nice nonetheless.

At the back of the complex was a nice garden with more peonies and some turtles in what Chris described as "radioactive ooze" which would soon turn them into ninja turtles.

We had some tofu and vegetables for lunch and some random guy wanted a picture of us because he saw us on the bus on the way to the temple. Chris can speak Chinese very well, that's how he knew what his reason was.

By the time we got home, Courtney was on her way. She taught me a gave called Gloom which I somehow won, and then we went to dinner with a friend of theirs who is leaving soon for Japan. They even had sweet and sour pork there. Didn't know that was a real Chinese dish, but voila.

White Horse Temple