It is very hot during daytime and the streets of Yangshuo fill only after dark. And so, walking the tourist street in the evening, we were approached by a local girl asking us in English for our help. It was her friend's birthday, she said, and she wanted us to surprise him by greeting him in English over the phone.
Her English teacher and others from her class clustered around us and we talked some. Here they all are surrounding Shay:
We rented bikes from the guesthouse and went for a ride in the countryside. Mai is in all the pictures, as Shay was once again charged with carrying the camera (and being a far better bike rider then me, he took pictures while riding. I would have dropped the camera or had fallen on my face. As it was, I ended the say with a sore bottom from the bumps in the road).
In Yangshuo, the locals must think that the way to greet someone in English is by cries of "Hello! Bamboo?!"
They have these lovely bamboo rafts they sail on the Li River (some are not made from bamboo but rather from painted PVC pipes!). Originally used as a transportation method and fishing boat, they are now used mostly to ferry tourists around. Any local will be happy to either sail you himself or negotiate for his neighbour/cousin/random bamboo-boat owner for the right to take you as far as possible on a bamboo raft.
And so, everywhere we went we were greeted by "Hello! Bamboo?!" - old ladies in villages a mile or more from the river yelled at us as we were passing "Hello! Bamboo?!" Men turned their motorbike around and slowed to ride by us with "Hello! Bamboo?!" Farmers hewing or digging straightened up from their work with waives and "Hello! Bamboo?!"
"Hello! Bamboo?!"
We parked our bikes at the foot of Moon Hill - what was once a Karst cave (Me'arat Netifim), is now a hill with a hole that looks like the moon on its different phases depending on where the looker stands and on the season of the year.
We climbed up the 1251 stairs to the hole (no, we didn't count. The number was supplied by the bible - that is Lonely Planet) and got a beautiful view as a reword.
Making faces at the camera:
View on the other side of the hole:
Back at the foot of the hill we stopped for lunch with a view
then continued our ride:
Back in town of an evening:
Pretty, isn't it?
Her English teacher and others from her class clustered around us and we talked some. Here they all are surrounding Shay:
We rented bikes from the guesthouse and went for a ride in the countryside. Mai is in all the pictures, as Shay was once again charged with carrying the camera (and being a far better bike rider then me, he took pictures while riding. I would have dropped the camera or had fallen on my face. As it was, I ended the say with a sore bottom from the bumps in the road).
In Yangshuo, the locals must think that the way to greet someone in English is by cries of "Hello! Bamboo?!"
They have these lovely bamboo rafts they sail on the Li River (some are not made from bamboo but rather from painted PVC pipes!). Originally used as a transportation method and fishing boat, they are now used mostly to ferry tourists around. Any local will be happy to either sail you himself or negotiate for his neighbour/cousin/random bamboo-boat owner for the right to take you as far as possible on a bamboo raft.
And so, everywhere we went we were greeted by "Hello! Bamboo?!" - old ladies in villages a mile or more from the river yelled at us as we were passing "Hello! Bamboo?!" Men turned their motorbike around and slowed to ride by us with "Hello! Bamboo?!" Farmers hewing or digging straightened up from their work with waives and "Hello! Bamboo?!"
"Hello! Bamboo?!"
We parked our bikes at the foot of Moon Hill - what was once a Karst cave (Me'arat Netifim), is now a hill with a hole that looks like the moon on its different phases depending on where the looker stands and on the season of the year.
We climbed up the 1251 stairs to the hole (no, we didn't count. The number was supplied by the bible - that is Lonely Planet) and got a beautiful view as a reword.
Making faces at the camera:
View on the other side of the hole:
Back at the foot of the hill we stopped for lunch with a view
then continued our ride:
Back in town of an evening:
Pretty, isn't it?
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