Anyang Day 1: Getting there and the Oracle Bones
For more than two thousand years, most that was believed about the Shang Dynasty (c. 1600 to 1046 BCE) came from histories that had been written much later, like 太史公書 by poet Sima Qian around 109 BCE. Sima Qian referred to them as the Yin and traced their genealogy through several generations. Other than those scant records, there was not a whole lot of physical proof of their existence. They were thought to be legends.
In 1899, there were stories of people around Anyang dealing in "dragon bones" bearing mysterious markings. These led to further investigation, archaeologists hoping to find more of these relics. By the 1930s, an entire library of these "dragon bones" was discovered and excavated. Historians, linguists, and archaeologist deciphered markings, an ancestor script to (and sometimes exactly like) modern Chinese writing. The Oracle Bones of Anyang represented the earliest recognizable Chinese writing ever found. Not only that, the names of Kings and their ancestors inscribed on these (and others found later, and bronzes, too) matched closely enough to Sima Qian's history that it appeared that the Shang Dynasty did in fact exist.
I would hope that I still could have been interested in the Oracle Bones of Anyang had I never read Peter Hessler's book of the same name. But to be honest, the book was where I learned the most about them.
I have been wanting to see these Oracle Bones for a few years now. I just needed to figure out how to make it happen.
More after the jump
Ever since reading that book in 2010, I had been contemplating a visit to Anyang to see the Oracle Bones. I was sure then I couldn't handle going alone with the kids. I had been waiting for Randy to have enough time away from work to go, but that day has yet to come. For a while I was emboldened by our experience going to the dinosaur park in Yizhou; the other families with whom we travelled made it look so easy. But I still wasn't confident I could do it.
In the last few months I started to explore the possibilities again. Myles and Brigid are old enough to be more helpful than not on train trips. Both of them by now, too, have studied Ancient China to some extent, so there could be interest on their part also to see some of these sites we've read about. The growth of the high speed rail lines in China have helped bring so many interesting places within easier reach of Beijing. Anyang was a seven-hour drive from Changping, six hours by regular train, but it was now only two-and-a-half hours by bullet train from Beijing West station along the Chongqing line. Maybe we could see the Oracle Bones, I wondered.
A trip would best work for the kids and I to go on our own midweek. Both Myles and Brigid have art classes on Tuesday afternoons, and then Lego classes late Friday afternoon. Then a few weeks ago I started making reservations.
I used Ctrip to buy the train tickets. While Changping does have a train station and ticket offices, none of them handle high-speed trains. I could not buy nor print the tickets at any of these places. Ctrip was really easy to use, being in English. I couldn't have actual paper tickets in hand unless I went to Beijing West Station, so I held my breath (so to speak) until the morning of our departure.
We booked a hotel very close to Beijing West Station to check in to after art classes Tuesday night. Beijing West is quite a distance from Changping (an hour and a half or more by metro), so spending the night before departure near the station made sense.
I really wanted to stay some place inexpensive, but I couldn't find anything in the immediate area of the train station that could guarantee no-smoking except for the DoubleTree. The Ibis, my usual cheap but reliable go-to, could only offer "fragrance service" if I found the room smoky. I did not want to start off our trip with allergies and sinus problems, so DoubleTree it was. On the bright side, breakfast was included in our rate. Also in the DoubleTree's favor was that the room had a refrigerator, so the leftover supper pizza I hoped we would have for lunch the next day on the train could be kept safely overnight.
Bright and early the next morning after breakfast, the kids and I rode the subway two stops to reach the train station. I was worried that the subway might be rush-hour crowded that time of day, but it wasn't. We were at the train station more than an hour before our departure because I wanted ample time to be confounded and misdirected. It was my first time at Beijing West.
It was a bit confusing at Beijing West, and hopefully I'll be able to do it much faster next time. We were never in any danger of missing our train, but I was understandably anxious. From the subway station we (actually Myles! See? Helpful!) found the exit to one of the West Station plazas above ground. There we found the ticket windows, some of which for buying tickets and some for printing reserved tickets. I stood in the wrong line for a while until I guessed that it couldn't be the right one because it wasn't moving. Once I was in the right line, I could decipher the sign to see what I should have seen before. With my confirmation numbers from Ctrip, the agent printed all of our tickets, to and from Anyang.
We had enough time to stand in what can only generously called a queue.
With what didn't feel like enough time to get to the train, we were released to go to the track.
It was a chaotic mess of people, luggage, and cigarette smoke criss-crossing the platform. But eventually we were able to get to our car and seats.
Two and a half hours flew by as we stopped at Baoding East, Dingzhou East, Shijiazhuang, Xingtai East, and then Anyang East. At every stop, I jumped to the platform to take pictures for my pensieve. I do understand that even these pictures were not accurate representations of the cities through which the train schedule said we passed. The high speed line was built separately from many of the existing train lines, and skirts most of its urban destinations, rather than go deep within a given city.
For instance this view of the train station tells me nothing about the history or current or even anticipated growth of Dingzhou. It does tell me that something makes it necessary for a high speed train to stop here a few times a day between Beijing and Chongqing. According to Google Maps it is 8.5 km from the high speed train station to the city center.
But still I snap away, in case someday this view changes and I get to see it again.
In the first chapter of his book Oracle Bones, Hessler describes his view from the train to Anyang:
The bullet trains did not exist yet, so even by the fastest train Anyang was then six hours from Beijing. However, from my 300 km/hr seat, the view (in between urban stops) was much like Hessler's description, but in timelapse. There were times when I looked out, in the light smog, and all I could see were endless fields.
When we arrived in Anyang, we needed to find a taxi to take us to 殷墟 (Yīnxū), the Yin Ruins. We wanted to visit the main archaeological site immediately in case we found that we needed to return on our second day in Anyang.
This was the only part of our trip that went badly. I am used to aggressive taxis in other cities in China but this was pretty awful. We were approached by men as soon as we exited the train station. We started toward the line of taxis, but these two men made it look as though they were the bosses. They prevented me from getting to the taxi until I told them where we were going (Yinxu Museum), and they told me the fare was 100 kuai. This sounded outrageous to me but I wasn't in a position to fight it. As I opened my wallet to pay the fare to the driver (who handed it back to one of the men), the other them reached in my wallet and grabbed 50 kuai for "his tip." Next time (also known as "had I planned better") I would have contacted the hotel where I had a reservation for a driver to meet us there. I lost a little money and a lot of pride in this transaction, but it won't happen again.
We arrived just about 1:00 pm to Yinxu, a half hour drive from Anyang East Railway station (Google Maps confirms this). Finally, we were here.
Had we ordered a car ahead of time, we could have left our bags in the trunk (next time). Instead we carried it all with us, and I was thankful I had my Tortuga backpack. This was the first time I used it on a trip with the kids as our only luggage, and this was the kind of thing it for which it was designed. It was easy to carry on my back all afternoon, though I did get a little sweaty. However, I liked being able to carry our luggage on my back and not worry about wheeled carriers. The kids also had their own backpacks with their books, sketchpads, and raincoats (which we only needed in Beijing), but thankfully no one complained.
My ticket was 90 RMB, Myles' was half-price, and Brigid was free. Each ticket gave access to three areas---the on site excavation pits, the museum building, and Lady Fu Hao's tomb.
We walked through an introduction to the archeology of the Yinxu sites. It covered in Chinese and some English the manner in which the discoveries were made and how careful recovery was.
Anyone who has read Guy Gavriel Kay's Under Heaven will remember Lin Shan's husband Qi Wai, the antiquities hunter. That book takes place at the end of the fictionalized Song Dynasty, and Kay incorporated a known aspect of the Northern Song Dynasty into the story. As a side note, I really found believable the tragedy of Qi Wai, sitting with his assemblage of ancient treasures and a lone Teracotta Warrior, waiting to be killed and all the history he has collected becoming secret once more.
The first modern discoveries of the Yin site were in 1899, with excavations beginning in the 1920s.
Our next stop, then, was the building housing the original Oracle Bone pit, YH127. It has been preserved inside a building, with replica plastron filling it. This pit yielded more than 10,000 Oracle Bones, most of which are now housed in Taiwan. These were studied extensively by many archaeologists and linguists, including Chen Mengjia, one of the subjects that haunt Hessler's book. Myles was flabbergasted by the large number of Oracle Bones found in this one place.
"That king must have been one paranoid dude."
Indeed.
We walked the grounds, through partially excavated sacrificial pits of the Shang. These were occasionally gruesome, as it was clear that some of the humans sacrificed were not willing participants. I did, though, appreciated how these were displayed, under glass and in situ.
All around the grounds, too, were these slightly raised area of tamped earth. These were also part of the Yinxu excavation and believed to have been the walls to buildings that once stood here. I can't imagine the painstaking work involved in separating 3000 year old sediment from 3000 year old tamped earth, but they did it.
We went to another building that housed six horse-carts that each had been part of some sort of sacrificial rite. Each was found in a different place around the region, then meticulously brought out of the earth and excavated before being brought to this prepared pit. Each cart had two skeletons, some of them mostly complete, of horses under the yoke and one or two human skeletons in or behind the cart.
These are reportedly the oldest horse carts found in China, though it is interesting that they were in purely ceremonial use. These are not actually wood, but rather hardened earth that took the place of the rotted wood over three thousand years. In his book Hessler uses the archaeological term for this kind of artifact, "a 'ghost'--the earth's memory of something long gone." (page 223) They give the illusion of being as solid as they were millennia ago, but in fact they could crumble with only a little pressure.
The museum built a wooden model of what the carts probably looked like at the time of burial. I don't know about the red and gold paint, but the shape looks right.
Also in the chariot pit was a cast of a piece of excavated road that had been discovered when a new middle school was under construction. This road showed signs of having been built, possibly the oldest found in China, rather than merely formed by use. The actual road was left at the school site, too large, heavy, and fragile to bring to the central museum.
It was in this room, too, I wondered if and how I should take pictures of the kids in front of the sacrificial offerings. I couldn't say, "Smile!" but rather "Look here!"
From here we went into the museum building itself, where many of the recovered artifacts were held. The entrance was of an interesting design, a square downward spiral around a courtyard before the building entrance. The descent was marked with a timeline, going back through governments and dynasties, until we reached the Shang Dynasty 3000 years ago. The museum itself was underground, too.
The Shang Dynasty was known for advanced work in bronze casting, as we had seen previously in the Shanghai Museum. The examples shown at the Yinxu Museum are on a par with those we had seen in Shanghai, though much more extensive.
There were weapons, and among those Myles was really excited by this complete spear.
Brigid preferred the three-legged vessels.
The bronzes were incredible.
However, what we really anxious to see were the Oracle Bones. In the decades after the first collection was taken to Taiwan, thousands more have been found around Yinxu.
So many Oracle Bones, some whole and some in fragments.
Three thousand (or so) years ago, someone thrust these bones and tortoise shells in some sort of fire to crack them, and then they wrote on them, scratched into it with their own hand. And people today can read them.
The Oracle Bones excited me a little bit more than other artifacts. They were just as old as the bronzes, and some of those vessels and weapons were older and also crafted by human hands. But---WRITING!
Look at that character 卜, which in Mandarin is today pronounced bǔ. It means (among other things) "divine." That same character meant the same thing 3000 years ago!
The exhibit also showed how some of the Oracle Bones were deciphered. Myles found this part most fascinating, studying every last one of these. They showed the bone or plastron, the Oracle Bones text, the corresponding modern Chinese, and the English translation.
The divinations cover all kinds of things, like the weather, how the hunting might be, even what sort of sacrifice might have to be made to satisfy some ancestor.
"The king will hunt, there will be no disasters."
"We will cut a specially reared ox for Zu Yi and make an offering of aromatic liquor...."
"The rain will not continue on to the evening/ The rain might continue on to the evening...."
The weather divinations were fascinating because not only did the rain affect the agriculture, but it apparently also affected the sacrificial rites.
"On the ji day it will rain, it might be on the following day, the gong day, that we might have no chance to conduct sacrificial activity."
What was better than my seeing Yinxu, was watching Myles and Brigid get so excited about Yinxu.
Our tickets still permitted us access to Lady Fu Hao's tomb, but by this point, we were nearing our limit. I had already made up my mind that we would be making a repeat visit to Anyang, so we can see that in the future.
We exited the museum and found a black cab to take us to our hotel. She only charged us 35 kuai to go about half the distance we had covered from the station to the museum.
My next post will be about the hotel where we stayed. It was a brand-new Wanda Realm. From the website it looked amazing, but I had to wonder how real the advertising was. The price was close to what I pay at an Ibis in Beijing; the website made it look more like a Marriott. All I really cared about was getting a non-smoking room, which they guaranteed. Anything beyond that would be fine, especially at the price.
I would soon see how far beyond that the Anyang Wanda Realm was.
In 1899, there were stories of people around Anyang dealing in "dragon bones" bearing mysterious markings. These led to further investigation, archaeologists hoping to find more of these relics. By the 1930s, an entire library of these "dragon bones" was discovered and excavated. Historians, linguists, and archaeologist deciphered markings, an ancestor script to (and sometimes exactly like) modern Chinese writing. The Oracle Bones of Anyang represented the earliest recognizable Chinese writing ever found. Not only that, the names of Kings and their ancestors inscribed on these (and others found later, and bronzes, too) matched closely enough to Sima Qian's history that it appeared that the Shang Dynasty did in fact exist.
I would hope that I still could have been interested in the Oracle Bones of Anyang had I never read Peter Hessler's book of the same name. But to be honest, the book was where I learned the most about them.
I have been wanting to see these Oracle Bones for a few years now. I just needed to figure out how to make it happen.
More after the jump
Ever since reading that book in 2010, I had been contemplating a visit to Anyang to see the Oracle Bones. I was sure then I couldn't handle going alone with the kids. I had been waiting for Randy to have enough time away from work to go, but that day has yet to come. For a while I was emboldened by our experience going to the dinosaur park in Yizhou; the other families with whom we travelled made it look so easy. But I still wasn't confident I could do it.
In the last few months I started to explore the possibilities again. Myles and Brigid are old enough to be more helpful than not on train trips. Both of them by now, too, have studied Ancient China to some extent, so there could be interest on their part also to see some of these sites we've read about. The growth of the high speed rail lines in China have helped bring so many interesting places within easier reach of Beijing. Anyang was a seven-hour drive from Changping, six hours by regular train, but it was now only two-and-a-half hours by bullet train from Beijing West station along the Chongqing line. Maybe we could see the Oracle Bones, I wondered.
A trip would best work for the kids and I to go on our own midweek. Both Myles and Brigid have art classes on Tuesday afternoons, and then Lego classes late Friday afternoon. Then a few weeks ago I started making reservations.
I used Ctrip to buy the train tickets. While Changping does have a train station and ticket offices, none of them handle high-speed trains. I could not buy nor print the tickets at any of these places. Ctrip was really easy to use, being in English. I couldn't have actual paper tickets in hand unless I went to Beijing West Station, so I held my breath (so to speak) until the morning of our departure.
We booked a hotel very close to Beijing West Station to check in to after art classes Tuesday night. Beijing West is quite a distance from Changping (an hour and a half or more by metro), so spending the night before departure near the station made sense.
I really wanted to stay some place inexpensive, but I couldn't find anything in the immediate area of the train station that could guarantee no-smoking except for the DoubleTree. The Ibis, my usual cheap but reliable go-to, could only offer "fragrance service" if I found the room smoky. I did not want to start off our trip with allergies and sinus problems, so DoubleTree it was. On the bright side, breakfast was included in our rate. Also in the DoubleTree's favor was that the room had a refrigerator, so the leftover supper pizza I hoped we would have for lunch the next day on the train could be kept safely overnight.
Bright and early the next morning after breakfast, the kids and I rode the subway two stops to reach the train station. I was worried that the subway might be rush-hour crowded that time of day, but it wasn't. We were at the train station more than an hour before our departure because I wanted ample time to be confounded and misdirected. It was my first time at Beijing West.
It was a bit confusing at Beijing West, and hopefully I'll be able to do it much faster next time. We were never in any danger of missing our train, but I was understandably anxious. From the subway station we (actually Myles! See? Helpful!) found the exit to one of the West Station plazas above ground. There we found the ticket windows, some of which for buying tickets and some for printing reserved tickets. I stood in the wrong line for a while until I guessed that it couldn't be the right one because it wasn't moving. Once I was in the right line, I could decipher the sign to see what I should have seen before. With my confirmation numbers from Ctrip, the agent printed all of our tickets, to and from Anyang.
We had enough time to stand in what can only generously called a queue.
With what didn't feel like enough time to get to the train, we were released to go to the track.
It was a chaotic mess of people, luggage, and cigarette smoke criss-crossing the platform. But eventually we were able to get to our car and seats.
Two and a half hours flew by as we stopped at Baoding East, Dingzhou East, Shijiazhuang, Xingtai East, and then Anyang East. At every stop, I jumped to the platform to take pictures for my pensieve. I do understand that even these pictures were not accurate representations of the cities through which the train schedule said we passed. The high speed line was built separately from many of the existing train lines, and skirts most of its urban destinations, rather than go deep within a given city.
For instance this view of the train station tells me nothing about the history or current or even anticipated growth of Dingzhou. It does tell me that something makes it necessary for a high speed train to stop here a few times a day between Beijing and Chongqing. According to Google Maps it is 8.5 km from the high speed train station to the city center.
But still I snap away, in case someday this view changes and I get to see it again.
In the first chapter of his book Oracle Bones, Hessler describes his view from the train to Anyang:
Sitting by the window, there are moments when a numbness sets in, and the scenery seems as patterned as wallpaper: a peasant, a field, a road, a village; a peasant, a field, a road, a village. (page 3).
The bullet trains did not exist yet, so even by the fastest train Anyang was then six hours from Beijing. However, from my 300 km/hr seat, the view (in between urban stops) was much like Hessler's description, but in timelapse. There were times when I looked out, in the light smog, and all I could see were endless fields.
When we arrived in Anyang, we needed to find a taxi to take us to 殷墟 (Yīnxū), the Yin Ruins. We wanted to visit the main archaeological site immediately in case we found that we needed to return on our second day in Anyang.
This was the only part of our trip that went badly. I am used to aggressive taxis in other cities in China but this was pretty awful. We were approached by men as soon as we exited the train station. We started toward the line of taxis, but these two men made it look as though they were the bosses. They prevented me from getting to the taxi until I told them where we were going (Yinxu Museum), and they told me the fare was 100 kuai. This sounded outrageous to me but I wasn't in a position to fight it. As I opened my wallet to pay the fare to the driver (who handed it back to one of the men), the other them reached in my wallet and grabbed 50 kuai for "his tip." Next time (also known as "had I planned better") I would have contacted the hotel where I had a reservation for a driver to meet us there. I lost a little money and a lot of pride in this transaction, but it won't happen again.
We arrived just about 1:00 pm to Yinxu, a half hour drive from Anyang East Railway station (Google Maps confirms this). Finally, we were here.
Had we ordered a car ahead of time, we could have left our bags in the trunk (next time). Instead we carried it all with us, and I was thankful I had my Tortuga backpack. This was the first time I used it on a trip with the kids as our only luggage, and this was the kind of thing it for which it was designed. It was easy to carry on my back all afternoon, though I did get a little sweaty. However, I liked being able to carry our luggage on my back and not worry about wheeled carriers. The kids also had their own backpacks with their books, sketchpads, and raincoats (which we only needed in Beijing), but thankfully no one complained.
My ticket was 90 RMB, Myles' was half-price, and Brigid was free. Each ticket gave access to three areas---the on site excavation pits, the museum building, and Lady Fu Hao's tomb.
We walked through an introduction to the archeology of the Yinxu sites. It covered in Chinese and some English the manner in which the discoveries were made and how careful recovery was.
Anyone who has read Guy Gavriel Kay's Under Heaven will remember Lin Shan's husband Qi Wai, the antiquities hunter. That book takes place at the end of the fictionalized Song Dynasty, and Kay incorporated a known aspect of the Northern Song Dynasty into the story. As a side note, I really found believable the tragedy of Qi Wai, sitting with his assemblage of ancient treasures and a lone Teracotta Warrior, waiting to be killed and all the history he has collected becoming secret once more.
The first modern discoveries of the Yin site were in 1899, with excavations beginning in the 1920s.
Our next stop, then, was the building housing the original Oracle Bone pit, YH127. It has been preserved inside a building, with replica plastron filling it. This pit yielded more than 10,000 Oracle Bones, most of which are now housed in Taiwan. These were studied extensively by many archaeologists and linguists, including Chen Mengjia, one of the subjects that haunt Hessler's book. Myles was flabbergasted by the large number of Oracle Bones found in this one place.
"That king must have been one paranoid dude."
Indeed.
We walked the grounds, through partially excavated sacrificial pits of the Shang. These were occasionally gruesome, as it was clear that some of the humans sacrificed were not willing participants. I did, though, appreciated how these were displayed, under glass and in situ.
All around the grounds, too, were these slightly raised area of tamped earth. These were also part of the Yinxu excavation and believed to have been the walls to buildings that once stood here. I can't imagine the painstaking work involved in separating 3000 year old sediment from 3000 year old tamped earth, but they did it.
We went to another building that housed six horse-carts that each had been part of some sort of sacrificial rite. Each was found in a different place around the region, then meticulously brought out of the earth and excavated before being brought to this prepared pit. Each cart had two skeletons, some of them mostly complete, of horses under the yoke and one or two human skeletons in or behind the cart.
These are reportedly the oldest horse carts found in China, though it is interesting that they were in purely ceremonial use. These are not actually wood, but rather hardened earth that took the place of the rotted wood over three thousand years. In his book Hessler uses the archaeological term for this kind of artifact, "a 'ghost'--the earth's memory of something long gone." (page 223) They give the illusion of being as solid as they were millennia ago, but in fact they could crumble with only a little pressure.
The museum built a wooden model of what the carts probably looked like at the time of burial. I don't know about the red and gold paint, but the shape looks right.
Also in the chariot pit was a cast of a piece of excavated road that had been discovered when a new middle school was under construction. This road showed signs of having been built, possibly the oldest found in China, rather than merely formed by use. The actual road was left at the school site, too large, heavy, and fragile to bring to the central museum.
It was in this room, too, I wondered if and how I should take pictures of the kids in front of the sacrificial offerings. I couldn't say, "Smile!" but rather "Look here!"
From here we went into the museum building itself, where many of the recovered artifacts were held. The entrance was of an interesting design, a square downward spiral around a courtyard before the building entrance. The descent was marked with a timeline, going back through governments and dynasties, until we reached the Shang Dynasty 3000 years ago. The museum itself was underground, too.
The Shang Dynasty was known for advanced work in bronze casting, as we had seen previously in the Shanghai Museum. The examples shown at the Yinxu Museum are on a par with those we had seen in Shanghai, though much more extensive.
There were weapons, and among those Myles was really excited by this complete spear.
Brigid preferred the three-legged vessels.
The bronzes were incredible.
However, what we really anxious to see were the Oracle Bones. In the decades after the first collection was taken to Taiwan, thousands more have been found around Yinxu.
So many Oracle Bones, some whole and some in fragments.
Three thousand (or so) years ago, someone thrust these bones and tortoise shells in some sort of fire to crack them, and then they wrote on them, scratched into it with their own hand. And people today can read them.
The Oracle Bones excited me a little bit more than other artifacts. They were just as old as the bronzes, and some of those vessels and weapons were older and also crafted by human hands. But---WRITING!
Look at that character 卜, which in Mandarin is today pronounced bǔ. It means (among other things) "divine." That same character meant the same thing 3000 years ago!
The exhibit also showed how some of the Oracle Bones were deciphered. Myles found this part most fascinating, studying every last one of these. They showed the bone or plastron, the Oracle Bones text, the corresponding modern Chinese, and the English translation.
The divinations cover all kinds of things, like the weather, how the hunting might be, even what sort of sacrifice might have to be made to satisfy some ancestor.
"The king will hunt, there will be no disasters."
"We will cut a specially reared ox for Zu Yi and make an offering of aromatic liquor...."
"The rain will not continue on to the evening/ The rain might continue on to the evening...."
The weather divinations were fascinating because not only did the rain affect the agriculture, but it apparently also affected the sacrificial rites.
"On the ji day it will rain, it might be on the following day, the gong day, that we might have no chance to conduct sacrificial activity."
What was better than my seeing Yinxu, was watching Myles and Brigid get so excited about Yinxu.
Our tickets still permitted us access to Lady Fu Hao's tomb, but by this point, we were nearing our limit. I had already made up my mind that we would be making a repeat visit to Anyang, so we can see that in the future.
We exited the museum and found a black cab to take us to our hotel. She only charged us 35 kuai to go about half the distance we had covered from the station to the museum.
My next post will be about the hotel where we stayed. It was a brand-new Wanda Realm. From the website it looked amazing, but I had to wonder how real the advertising was. The price was close to what I pay at an Ibis in Beijing; the website made it look more like a Marriott. All I really cared about was getting a non-smoking room, which they guaranteed. Anything beyond that would be fine, especially at the price.
I would soon see how far beyond that the Anyang Wanda Realm was.
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