To contact with her, we live in a one called 100 West Street hotel (if that is street number), the evening could not wait to taste the local snacks - Pijiu Yu. Allegedly because it is the Lijiang River fish, delicious. However, I feel normal, perhaps because of the joy of seeing her made me ignore delicious. After eating at a walk, when my attention was looked at streetscape, very quiet little town, surrounded by a lot of that is not high mountain, in the light irradiation, look very hazy, and some in line with my current state of mind.
December 14, 6:30, days, not bright, I would sleepwalk by her board the bus, the destination is xingping (as if she learned about the route in advance from the line). I am also does not matter, tourism Well, want is this random. An hour later, we went a little machine on the boat stayed in the Lijiang River (the owner seems to be illegal, so we go very early, 10-point, the river surface vessels of the audit there). But my mood was bad, because the ship's voice too much, plus breakfast on a temporary buy dumplings, sticky. 9:30 am, we went to the Yang Di, on shore, I am confused: Is this the feeling of Lijiang tour. Take a look at partners in the same boat (we get to know four Guangzhou Mix), they are also a look of confusion. GOD bless, we stopped at a bamboo raft, the above One dear friend rushed to sell pork. We had thought of a raft of addiction stays. My dear friend told us that there is a real bamboo rafts drifting (but is back xingping), the machine just our boat drifting teeth immediately decided to return drift, after a sly and cunning like the boatman slip match wits of negotiations, we finally waves In the on the Li River. If Dai is surrounded by green hills at the foot of the stream is the Chedi, is a familiar and some distant around her, I felt a kind of never been drunk. I really wish to stay this time. 4 hours later, despite the revolutionary vigilance high, reflections in the yellow cloth, we were lured into disembark. One asked xingping, but also walk a half hours. Mix feeling outraged Ran, an "angry, young" appearance. The two of us does not matter, tourism and the process already fraught with passion, random, discontent and anger. Back pack, the two of us holding hands walking forward, the beauty of Lijiang River Poetry net income fundus. Because it is late autumn season, the mountain with a layer of faint mist, yet the Lijiang River water silhouetted against the more green, and I feel good to be a mess. 19 points, we backtrack in Yangshuo, washing exhausted (very nice bar, the hotel has 24-hour hot water), as amended Mix strongly recommended, we went to the "one-watt" Pijiu Yu eating a meal), taste it rod. Perhaps the two of us went yesterday, and that family did not authentic.
Farewell 4 Mix, we began contemplating tomorrow's schedule: Longsheng. (Later to become more interesting, to be Syria)
