Shaolin - Day 4

Ah, the clandestine life of a monk. ...I wasn't going anywhere with that. I just like to use big words with simple meanings. Makes me feel smart.
Jay and Ming have really been kickin' the crap out of us, making good use of their limited time. We told Jay we'd been running to get ready for this for the past few months (which I guess Beau really has, I was totally lying) and he just smiled and shook his head and said "Running is just for getting warm." And it's scary because he fully believes that, which is probably why he doesn't understand why we look like Night of the Living Dead after he has us run up the side of the mountain before actually getting into anything hard.
We had a pretty cool session the other day in which Jay blindfolded us and had us attack sounds he made around the room. I'm sure we looked like complete jackasses kicking and punching wildly in different directions (not to mention getting smacked with a stick/board when we were too slow) but it was pretty cool all the same. Beau messed up one time too many and had to eat his rice at the kiddie table. He was pissed.
Speaking of looking like jackasses we're on our way to becoming the most photographed people in China. I can't decide if it's because they think we look weird, or out of place, or weird and out of place...the fact that we're two white people (giving Beau the benefit of the doubt) covered in sweat walking out of the Shaolin Temple could have something to do with it too. Of course it could just be that we're studs. That's what I'm going with.
Ok, that's it for today, but a parting word of advice: Never order vermicelli noodles in China. I don't know what they gave me but it was neither noodles nor was it edible. Looked like pressure treated mucus and had the consitancy of a waterlogged baseball glove. Goodnight.