National Forest Park
The night before Pandora, the kidnapper smirked and said, "they don't know what they are missing out on if they have never heard you speak Mandarin." Travelling in China need not apply, I'd say. Or that person trying to find the way in and around Pandora was only an avatar.
From the rolling soft beds to climbing up metal cages, the view of this place was unlike anything I have seen. Hiking, as always, clears and cleanses mind like nothing else as we focus on each and every step, and look far enough ahead. The sound of the crystal clear stream echoed a line of lyrics as if reminders were necessary. As we left the gate of the park and waited for the car, I turned (or swiped) to the last page of that book which got Nagasawa talking to Watanabe in the first place.