finally a day which has scraps of memory overlaid upon the blip... shengkeng for a feast of stinky tofu... every three years there's a massive parade when the goddess of mercy is brought down from the temple up at Guandu ...  a day of firecrackers and fireworks, a sore face from an exploded piece of clay and a quite wonderfully loose sequence of rockets later which, in fairness, did have me running for shelter at one point ...