Li river Trip to Yangshuo
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Bad sleep again last night , the room took for ever to cool off. Thankfully it was our last night there. We checked out and of course there were problems with their credit card machine and we had to pay cash. I get the feeling that all the credit card machines in mid-range hotels are perpetually broken.
We skipped breakfast and waited for the bus to come by the hotel and pick us to go to whisk us off to the boat. It was late, making us a bit nervous, but it did eventually a minibus did show up. We joined a group of foreigners and we chat with them while we were driven to the next bus, and where we met our guide and the rest of the passengers.
We enjoyed watching the karsted hills go buy as we chatted with the other tourists on the boat. There were plenty of people to talk to, each with their own very interesting story.
Lunch was at 11:30 and it was hard to pull ourselves away from the view to go down below for lunch. The meal was far from the ” western” menu that was touted by the travel agent, but they had beer included which made up for a lot, particularly since the Chinese couple were not planning on drinking and (more for us)!!! We arrive at 1:30 in Yangzhou and were led trough the gauntlet, a mass of stalls and street vendors eager to receive the latest boat load of Johns. We were escorted to our hotel on the river side by a representative that met us at the pier and managed to cut through the hoard unscathed.
The room had a beautiful view of the river and the karsts hills beyond, with no buildings to clutter the landscape. The AC worked and there was no odor of smoke, we would be OK here. We freshened up a bit and then went to walk around and explore “western street”. We ran into Fern again, and made arrangements to meet her the next morning at the bike rental by the bridge for an outing. Yangzhou was more like what we have to come to expect from vacation towns. There were shops selling everything from matches (every kind imaginable) to your own clay portrait doll (carved into your likeness). Intermingled with the shops were bars, restaurants, and Hostels. It was a fun ambience. The insistent pestering from “guides” and street vendors wanting to cut your profile out of a piece of black origami paper and sell it to you was a little annoying.