The old town

Trip Start Jan 17, 2008
Trip End Jun 30, 2009

Loading Map
Map your own trip!
Map Options
Show trip route
Hide lines
Where I stayed

Flag of China  , Yunnan,
Tuesday, May 13, 2008

The journey to Dali took a long time and on arrival we were dropped off in the new town and managed to find the bus which took us to the old town for 2 yuan rather then the 40 yuan taxi, using lots of hand signals with locals.

We met a nice Canadian couple on the bus from Kunming and where heading the same way so decided to travel together. On arrival at the old town we were taken aback by the quaintness and beauty of the cobbled streets and architecture. Upon finding the Tibetan lodge after an annoying old chinese man attempting to direct us another way in order for him to gain a comminsion, we had a bite to eat and arranged to met the other couple early in the morning with bikes for an expedition around the area.

We rested a little and walked around the town and we are beginning to feel the cold more and more each day as we seem to be getting higher and higher. Luckily we found our favourite street food vendor types with BBQs and a selections of meat from lamb, chicken, beef, pork, bacon and vegtables such as courgettes, aubergines, spring onions on sticks ready to be cooked. 

With our early start to meet the others we popped into a local bar, bad monkeys for a quick drink and a chat with some people from England, Australia and France before hitting the bed.

The morning didn't start well with lots of rain and with daniella's bike gear knob breaking, we headed back to town and got a new bike and started the day for the second time. We cycled around the town and headed north out of town and decided to take a turn into the villages bringing us to locals who were busy harvesting and others busy with their daily lives.

After some hours cycling we stumbled across a beautiful house with some old men sitting outside who invited us in and allowed us to walk around the house and venture upstairs which is when we realise that this was a Mahjongg house where locals gather and play the game. Very nice and friendly but we soon said our goodbyes and carried on cycling. 

We jumped back on the main road in the hopes we would find a place to eat and we certainly did the only problem was they spoke no English and encouraged us to point at the ingrediances we wanted them to make until Daniel and Lena found an old English menu which was our saviour and we enjoyed some rice with aubergine and stir fry meat dishes.   
Slideshow Report as Spam

Use this image in your site

Copy and paste this html: