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UNIT10 A Solitary Quest From my suite of rooms atop the Holiday Inn I surveyed the narrow alleys below me. Only yesterday had I left my frantic North American life behind, to avail myself of an opportunity to travel to China. I wished to spend time researching material for my thesis pertaining to Eastern religions. The hotel was in close proximity to the heart of the old downtown. Innumerable activities were happening below me. People surged along the street sometimes stopping to bargain with street vendors. Cucumbers, tomatoes, apples, oranges and grapes were heaped on hand carts. The variety of fruit available provided a virtual feast for the eyes. Deliverymen jogged along pulling enormous loads of cardboard. To a Westerners eyes cars merged unbelievably without incident. It appeared to be a dubious process to negotiate the traffic and even cross the street. However, rather than lounging indoors, | 
