Whew. Made it.
Don't have the will or energy to write much tonight. I will say this: April 8th is not April 9th (more on this later), contortionists are nuts but highly admirable, Wudang Shan is awesome-wicked but the summit is a small-space tourist sink-hole, karst landscapes are simply breath-taking, old Chinese women with fewer teeth than I have fingers are hard to understand but very enthusiastic in conversation, the fastest way to a Chinese man's heart is with the words "Wo gei ni wu-shi kuai... xian zi, ting wo." (I'll give you 50 yuan... now listen to me.)
Will write more when I have a spare moment - my mind's a bit scattered and I feel as though I haven't really had a chance to breathe in the last 10 days, since Chengdu. Coffee and sleep beckons... in that order. (Immunity to caffeine has its perks... har har)