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... end badly and was hoping we hadn’t been scammed. Katrin and I
desperately attempted to communicate that we wanted to check in and not book a
room as he was trying to get us to do. Eventually as me and Katrin were
debating on whether to leave and come back the man went and woke up another
worker who could speak English. He looked very tired and very surprised, we
were embarrassed to say the least haha Katrin explained that we were the ones
... br> Shower
Living back home now, and without the amenities provided by hotels and such, of all things I now live without, the greatest thing I miss is a proper shower. Our shower here, at home, sorely lacks nearly components one would think goes into a shower. Given that, of the cold floors, cold water, poor kitchen, and everything else, the one thing I miss most is a shower.
Now, alone, I am finally able to relax. Having Mike and Zb was great to ...
... brown and white than black and white, but not great camouflage in a bamboo thicket, a monotonous diet of a limited number of species of bamboo, a plant that I recall flowers infrequently but then dies. Why evolve to this diet when they have the digestive tract of an omnivore? They put me in mind of the tedious dinner guest that presents one with so many restrictions of what they 'can't' eat that you wonder why bother trying to feed them at all. More interesting ...
... men (of any class) quite often walk around with their t-shirts tucked up and bellies hanging out, supposedly because they are hot. If that was in the UK they would likely have a can of strong stuff in their hand and no teeth. My legs were failing me so I headed back to the hostel to rest as I wanted to see the river and lake at night. This never actually happened as I fell asleep. It was ridiculously hot and humid overnight and this was not helped by ...
... dressed in local Han ethnic clothing, which I gave to Lynds as a gift, but it will probably not feature on the mantelpiece when we get home! (Lynds: it's horrible and it won't!)
We arrived at the pier, found ourselves abandoned by the tour guide ("I'm going to Yangshuo by bus" he said, "this chap speaks Chinese, so he'll buy your onward bus tickets to Yangshuo when you get off the bamboo raft"). Some tour guide, some tour! It ...