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... have a ride in this guys’ car.
„Have you been to Dali? Have you been to Lijiang?“ Many people ask for these places first when you tell them you are traveling in Yunnan. In spite of that, we had hoped for two small sleepy villages with beautiful old-style houses. Having got off the car in front of some highway toll gate near Dali, we started asking our way through the neighboring little towns – people in China will tell you ...
... with a pork dish instead. It turned out to be a really nice dish, even with the language barrier.
After the long bike ride home it was back to the hostel for a beer and a game of pool and then out for dinner.
Tonight is our last night in Dali, tomorrow we're on the bus to Yunnans' largest City - Kunming for a few days before continuing south towards Vietnam.
... part is that the monks don't belive in waste and everything has to be finished, even down to the last grain of rice. That sort of thinking suits me down to the ground! For breakfast we're served either noodles or on a good day Baozi, breakfast buns, with the holy grail of all food at the tenple being the elusive 'Snickers Baozi'; a breakfast bun with brown sugar and peanuts.
After breakfast we've three hours of training. We ...
... as Simon caught (man) flu - he will forgive me for this as he did say a few times that he was dying - and felt to ****** to be doing much strenuous hiking. But Dali was a lovely place to stay instead.
Our second day there we took a chair lift up the mountain, which was really cool! Once there it is an easy stroll along paved paths to waterfalls and views of the city. There are also a couple of temples ...
... and take out a cigarette.
Another myth: the Chinese road-users share well, and although they honk too much for my liking, have nothing on Indian motorists. I don't see too many risky manoeuvres, and am never forced off the road as I was regularly in India.
I camp amongst shrubbery in front of a ruined house before the city of Jing Hong, entering the city the next day to try to register my lodgings (a tent) with police before the compulsory 72 hour window expires. ...