Even without the leaves, the park stuns. Centuries-old trees, avoiding decay, are visible beneath the lake's crystal cold waters. Alongside a snow-capped mountain, waterfalls sport green moss decor. The mist wets the boardwalk and creates icy sections to avoid.

A disheartening discovery: some paths are closed and buses are necessary.

Elbows, shoulders, bags.

All thrust into our backs as we press against those in front of us.

Can't they see there's physically no space to occupy? I fear for small children below.

Cattle are better behaved, Ethan deduces. Weekend crowds provide the uniquely 'Chinese' experience.

Third bus is ours.