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... Like Kunming, there are shitloads of seagulls around. Mum and the guys buy seafood, personally it's not what I like but it looks appetizing!
After this, we head back to the hostel to rest. Mum and I head to the old city and walk around the streets. There's huge sales in every shop, and well, we do some shopping! I'm always buying too much.
Back at the hostel, we book our bus to Lijiang the next day, in the evening.
I type a little then go watch 2 Broke Girls.
We had another interesting lunch as it was near impossible to find anywhere that had any sort of menu. We ended up stopping at one place and the chef took us into the kitchen to show him what we wanted.
We asked if he had chicken and he took us out the back where he had a few chickens running around. He was going to kill one for us to eat, but we decided ...
... four and my neck nearly broken that I decided to downsize a bit. The aim is to try and balance the rock on your head but this is harder than you think and I usually end up with at least one hand holding on.
After the rock and some light stretches its breakfast time. The food here's vegetarian but its gorgeous. I've never seen tofu made so tasty. Lunch and dinner is rice and a platter of veg and tofu dishes to choose from and ...
... with a tiny cat (called 'Kitty', adopted by the hostel after being found on the street) and two golden retrievers, waiting for it to stop raining and checking our route to Lijiang, the best starting point to the Tiger Leaping Gorge, we were worried that as rain was predicted for the next few days that the gorge would be impassable, these fears were unfounded as the next few days turned to sunshine. However we stayed ...
... above. He smiles in amusement as he sets off to work.
Many people of all ages call an English "hello" as I cycle by. I pull into a restaurant for noodles. A vanload of young Chinese men are eating at a nearby table. The floor is littered with bones, food scraps and anything else they reject. One of the restaurant staff lights up a large bong, through which he smokes a cigarette, which gets me coughing. He watches his pre-school grandchild play with the cigarette packet, ...