Running out of food and tobacco, Sanzo and his followers come upon a lake with a beautiful, mirror-like surface—a saltwater lake. The local village has prospered as a salt producer and distributor. The numerous villagers are happy and lively.
Well, I was having a smoke...
...في الواقع، كنتُ أنفث سيجارة
Ich war noch rauchen.
Bueno, estaba fumando…
Bueno, estaba fumando…
Il me fallait des clopes…
Ehm, ecco, sai, le sigarette...
Bom, eu fui dar um trago...
Как бы сказать... Куревом разживался.