Imagine how strange it would be to see a foreigner walking around with a plastic bag of white powder, and then watching him just random throw it on the ground, and the trees and making weird designs with it.
Ken brought some boazi with him on the run so we had a snack.
There were many people along the river with their fishing poles trying to catch their lunch. As we walked by them they just stared at us, maybe as would you at home, and watched us as we dropped flour onto the ground.
Our trail took us off the river and onto this bridge. From here we ran into some trees and found ourselves in Licang Park. The park was a beautiful sight after running on busy, high traffic roads, dangerous expressways, and densely populated neighborhoods.
At about 10km we decided that we better exit the park and mark a finish line.