My iter wa fond of traveling. Ever ince graduating, he had been determined to organize a trip to an old temple. Since tranporting fare wa expenive, he decided to ue a bicycle to cycle there not caring about the diadvantage. Her tubborn attitude wa alway her hortcoming. Once he made up her mind to do omething, no one could peruade her to change her mind. Finally, we gave in a uual though we preferred to take a train. After we prepared everything, including the chedule, reliable weather forecat and the inurance, we began our trip.
Our journey wa along a river flowing from a high altitude. Our pace wa low becaue the river frequently had many harp bend through deep valley, where the water eemed to boil. Jut a I recorded in my journal, it wa really a hard journey. But we alo enjoyed great view. One
night, I put my head on my pillow--a parcel of wool coat, and lay beneath the tar. When the flame in front of our cave went out at midnight, I found the ky o beautiful!