The Maid of the Mist that takes you right up next to the falls. They give you a plastic rain jacket so I expected to get a little wet. I didn't expect to get soaked to the bone.
We were on the top deck of the boat and there was a group of Chinese people standing right next to me. How do I know they were Chinese? It's a guess.
When we came out of the mist I wiped the water out of my face and muttered to myself, "Daggum".
I don't know if that is a common word that inspires hilarity in China but that group beside me just about busted a gut. All I heard was tons of laughter, lots of conversations in Chinese, and the word "daggum" repeated over and over.
Somewhere in China the story of the hillbilly American is told to small children at night as they sit around the campfire.
Don't judge me,
Opus T. Penguin