Getting back to Banan Village wasn't as simple as hopping on a direct mode of transportation; it required a sequence of transitions from plane to train, train to three-wheel motorcycle, and lastly to an ox cart, followed by a trek of several dozen miles on foot before one could finally arrive.
Given a month's time, which wasn't short, and taking into account the exhaustive journey by various vehicles, Xu Fan worried that the two women might collapse along the way. They decided to rest for the night in Dianzang City before continuing the next day.
Clearly, the term "hometown," held little meaning for the Xia sisters, who had grown up in the city.
It was only after bumping along the road with Xu Fan that they began to grasp a faint understanding of it.
"Xu Fan, are we there yet?"
Having hopped off the ox cart and seen Xu Fan bid farewell to the Tibetan locals in their language, Xia Xiaodie rubbed her legs and asked.
