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... Cannes Film Festival, is gearing up to present his outdoor shows on<br>April 28 in another of Yunnan's charming old towns, Dali.<br><br>But Chen denies that he is following in Zhang's footsteps.<br><br>"I don't want to follow anybody. There's no ready direction to take.<br>I just take my own road, and be myself," says the 58 ...

... to the west and escape with our lives. We continued to wander through the canola and bean fields until we got lost, luckily a cute dog showed us the way to a road via a small irrigation canal where we were able to catch a bus. We tossed the dog a small snack, wished it well and blessed that it or its relatives would never visit southern Yunnan or Vietnam. Dali was a great stop and we finally got a chance to fully recuperate after rough travels in the week before.

... according to the information I have got, someone in Tengchong can point out the exact position where George Forrests grave is supposedly located. Finding these earlier graves in China is not an easy task. Most of them have been totally demolished during the Cultural Revolution. According to the information I have got, there´s no point in trying to go to the graveyards of the larger cities trying to finds some earlier graves of some foreigners, as they are all ...

... of the hill we had a rewarding downhill ride then an undulating ride past farmland and then a short climb past a dam and some more pretty countryside before reaching our destination of Er Yuan which is only a tiny town but boasts hot springs. Needless to say ...

... the word...or experimented and ate.... don don DON... a chicken foot and there was also a pig hoof on offer complete with toenails and ****, the type of thing id only eat for 1000 euro!!! *shivery timbers* After din dins we started down the hill to catch the 10c-a-ride bus into town *cue monsoon rain:/* The buses here switch off their engines when going downhill... we were coasting for a good five mins like...! The city was gorgeous, really cute shops ...

... with what I thought was a hangover. Thursday 10th April I woke up at 7am feeling as bad as I did the day before. That's when I realised that it probably wasn't a hangover that I had. I got a taxi to the bus station and then spent a horrible 6 hours on the bus trying not to be sick. In Dali I got into a taxi with the first person that showed me a card for a guesthouse. I ended up at a place called MCA, which was nice with rooms set around a big courtyard area. The girl ...

... the Dragonfly. A wonderfully relaxed and friendly place, a little outside of town in a small village by the lakeside, there seemed to be just about everything I needed right there, so I had little need to even make the effort of jumping on a bus up to town. A true measure of just how comfortable it was, I only ever wore shoes when i had to leave the gates, and sometimes not even then. Mostly, my days would pass in a contented routine. As unusual as it was, I ...

... hardly speak at all, and when he did speak his voice was low, hushed and he said very little. It was actually really calming hearing him speak the way he did and it reminded me of Pops. Perhaps my Daddy is actually meditating/fasting when he ignores me/refuses to cook me food.. Our afternoon activity was cancelled due to the fear that going to see another temple which was exactly the same as all the rest would be boring, but Yelle, Toby and I went anyway with ...

... and endless drinking he can be counted on to be the guy whistling a tune in a good mood. We've had a great time thus far with no end in site. For those of my many followers who speak Dutch, his travel journal is here: Ruud's Blog . <br><br>Ruud and I took a chair lift up the mountain for a hike one day and it ended up being quite the adventure. After being rained on during the 45 minute ride to the top, we quickly made our way to a tiny hostel for a soda and to wait ...