</The blogger with pinkie up-cups at the Xi'an airport
The people of Guilin appear quite nonchalant about their surrounding countryside, ever so accepting of the limestone pinnacle mountains that abound in this area. It was pictures of this area thirty years ago that first sparked our interest this wonderful part of the world.
And at last Guilin, a small city of only 800,000 which we flew into from Xi'an. From our aircraft we could see that the day was going to be a mountainous surprise packet. We had the usual cave tour, south China pearl museum ( and retail sales!) and a leisurely stroll by the lake near our hotel.
But the genuine reveal came today on the Li River on a tour boat following the course of this ancient waterway through a maze of spectacular scenery. I will let the pictures do the talking.
We are now in the little river port town of Yangshuo and closer to the people; mainly shopkeepers on both sides of the every narrow streets.
Even got to visit an elderly couple who open their 300 y.o. home to tourists. The hand-pumped water well, grinding stones to make tofu, wood burning stove with the obligatory woks and not to be outdone a TV.We got on famously, they being a year older than us at 72
A view out of hotel room window
The mountains come to Isabel complete with rice for good luck
Confucius say… trouble with bucket seats is that, not everybody has the same size bucket.
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