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Where were we? We weren’t sure, but something about a waterfall.
“The sign says the temple is this way,” shouted my Japanese friend pointing up a paved, steep winding road.
“Let’s go then,” was my response as I twisted the throttle and tapped the motorbike into gear.
We pulled ourselves to the top, but no peaked roof peaked through the trees, no paths lead to a temple entrance. We continued down the road and found ourselves looping right back to the entrance.
So we changed our objective.
“The sign says the market is this way,” my Japanese friend once more pointed the way.
“The sign says the waterfall is down that way.”
“The woman said we should go that way to find the waterfall.”
Before we knew it the road had faded into a dirt track.
From my side a winding creature fixed to the staff in my hand rose to peer over the masses. Glancing left then scanning to the right its small drum heart pattered as the weighted strings spun out and pelted its surface. The sound of rain droplets bouncing off a tin pot radiated from the dragon’s sway. It bobbed through a 360-degree turn then shook its head and zipped down to my side once more.