Still in Lhasa we visited a fortune teller.
“Ah, so. Golpher, you could be famous. But be humble. Let Linky take care you.”
“Yes, sir. Okay. I like my soft bed, my blanket, my Christmas lights Linky helps with. I like the club. All’s well.”
“Meow. Yes, it’s, home.”
“Very good,” China man said.
The old man with the long, white beard and a little red cap wore a long, red, silky robe covered with images of golden pheasants. But, he cracked a fortune cookie. “Ah,” he gasped.
We blinked and took a breath.
“Fortune cookie say: Finish journey. Journey of a thousand suns empower.” He paused. Looking up he took a deep breath while gazing to my eyes. “Build relations Golpher. China with you.”
Certified by a master, I felt good.
(Image of Golpher with fortune cookie man)