From villan to looser

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Bamboo rafts to cross the river

I had to take the train to Guilin and from there a minibus that will take me to Yangshou. In the bus ticket office in Guilin I ask for a ticket to Yangshou but I am told that I should hop in a minibus as they didn't sell the tickets but they should cost Y12. A man posing himself as the ticket controller of the minibus told me I could get to Yangshou for Y15 and I told him I wanted it for Y12, this kept on for a while but he settled for Y12 as more tourist were coming.

We had barely taken our seats when the man came and asked us to buy the ticket not for the agreed price of Y12 but Y15. Apperantly the guy had a very bad short time memory as he didn't know anymore and wanted the Y15.

snif snif I smell something
We argued with him that he said it was Y12 when we got in the bus. Caught in a lie he started to shout ONE-FIVE ONE-FIVE!!! We were our calm selves and said it should be ONE-TWO because that was the official price given by the ticket office and the price we agreed upon. We argued some more and demanded we buy the tickets from another lady who was also selling tickets on the bus. He of course refused and showed us a laminated pricelist in English, mind you, that listed the Guilin - Yangshou trip for Y15. I smell a scamm as the list was obviously made for foreigners.

As we didn't budge and the bus was getting farther and farther away from the Guilin bus station he started agressive negotiations by pulling my arm so I would get out of the bus. I told him politely that he should stop touching me.

This is one of the many small paths/roads we used on our bikes to get to Moon Rock and decided this wasn't the right direction.
That didn't make an impression on him because he started to pull my arm again this time with more force. That was enough for me and I shouted to him: NO TOUCHING YOU CHINESE FUCK. I admit I got carried away and put the blame for all the bad behaviour I had endured from all Chinese on him, but it did make me feel good.

As the bus was nearing the outskirts of Guilin we decided to pay the fellow Y15 and asked him to smile a bit more because he didn't look happy. Shortly after this he went out the bus and irumour has it that he is still walking back to the Guilin bus station.

In Yanghsou I team up with Yosh, another Dutchie, to get on the bikes and do the thing all tourists on bikes do in Yangshou: get lost. We wanted to go the moon rock but ended up in the rice paddies which had not seen a living soul since the last harvest time, let alone two lost tourist on a mountain bike of dubious Chinese quality.

After some backtracking and swallowing our pride; asking for directions, we finaly make it to the moon rock. At the moon rock we stumble into 120 Chinese schoolgirls on an outing to learn English. We are not bad guys so we sacrifice ourselves for the greater good to teach these Chinese girls some English.

The following day I meet Remco and Mark, yep again Dutchies, and do a Li river cruise to see the image found on the back of the Y20 note in real. The tour operator assures us that we will see it and that we have a cruise of about 1.5 hours. The promised 1.5 hours cruise on the river Li is actually a half an hour cruise as we speed back to the dock. We were flabbergasted by this boldness and clear act of villanly. We were being cheated out of 1 hour cruise... we claimed our hour by sitting in the boat while our Chinese tourists already had left.

Moon rock
As they wouldn't allow 3 foreign tourist perish in their boat they decided to call the CITS agent, this is government owned so as a Chinese you don't want to take a piss with the CITS.

After a frenzy of phone calls between our villan, the CITS and us we finaly get our moneys worth and we board another boat for the remaining hour. Our villan drives the boat at an anguishing slow speed, just enough to get us floating and we were going down stream. Exactly after 30 minutes he turns the boat and we go back up stream for about 10 minutes because then we come to a halt. Apperantly our villan took us on a boat which hadn't enough fuel or as one of our Chinese tourists said: No energy. He just tumbled down the pecking order from villan to looser. I don't know what he was thinking of, taking us in a low fuel powered boat up the river knowing well that he would not make it back.

Karst mountains on the river Li
Anyway we are being "rescued" by another boat and dropped of at the other side of the river.

I sense a deja-vu: here we go again, we stay put in the boat untill we get what we paid for: that is seeing the Y20 picture in the life. Again after several phone calls with the CITS agency we see the Y20 picture in the life and we leave the boating for what it is in China.

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Bamboo rafts to cross the river
Bamboo rafts to cross the river
snif snif I smell something
snif snif I smell something
This is one of the many small path…
This is one of the many small pat…
Moon rock
Moon rock
Karst mountains on the river Li
Karst mountains on the river Li
the fog is giving it a eerie out o…
the fog is giving it a eerie out …
Our villan that turned into a loos…
Our villan that turned into a loo…
There not washing the dog but clea…
There not washing the dog but cle…
Changing boats
Changing boats
My take on the Y20 note
My take on the Y20 note
Deflated pig heads
Deflated pig heads
Dentist practicing on the market!!
Dentist practicing on the market!!
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photo by: sylviandavid