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We went to the “Big Buddha Temple” (Puning Temple) where there was an enormous standing figure of GuanYin about three stories high carved out of five types of wood and polished highly so that it shone like gold. The place was bustling with activity, with monks and people praying and lighting incense.
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After lunch at the hotel we went to Pule Temple, high on a hill in an agricultural part of Chengde. It was unrestored and not in use as a monastery. This temple was the quietest place we had been – just our group and the people who work there. The place had a quite eerie feeling.
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We went to a paper cutting business run by a family (Junfeng Paper Cutting), and the young niece of well-known paper cutter Shi Junfeng showed us how to cut out butterfly shapes. I bought a lovely papercut of two ladies stringing lanterns.
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As we arrived back at the hotel our bus and a cyclist had a little collision – I’m not sure whose fault it was. The bus driver was most annoyed that his brand-new bus was scratched.
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