Bump...Bump...Bumpidy Bump

Trip Start Aug 04, 2011
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Trip End Jan 04, 2012


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Flag of China  , Yunnan,
Monday, August 22, 2011

We land on the runway, mountains either side, trees covering the lower slopes and engulfing the smaller hillsides. The bright new airport is as refreshing as the cool breeze and the 23 degree celcius sunshine that greets us.
Our bags are 2 of the 10 on the baggage carousel and we are straight through the arrivals to be greeted by a small local woman grinning broadly with our names on a board. We splashed out on a pre booked 'taxi' for the 10 mile drive.

It 'bump' was a drive to 'thump' remember. Either side of the road mountains rose, with a 'thudump' waterfall flowing down alongside. No markings on the 'shudder' road and large areas of tarmac are missing 'crunch'. They have in fact only got the section of road 500m from the airport finished and the rest is a little bumpy. But wonderfully rural.

The hostel is based in the old part of Lijiang down cobbled streets with ditches either side running the fresh spring water throughout the town. We check in, 14 quid a night (I can't find the pound sign on this keyboard or any others to clarify) and look out across the rustic tiled rooftops as our room is on the top floor of the hostel with a little terrace outside.

A small dog called 'Mi-jou' greeted us at the door and I immediately wanted to kick it while Kate wanted to own it or travel with it or teach it tricks or something. Once settled in we stroll through the old town taking in a bit of the shopping scene and enjoying the conservation work of this place trying to keep it traditional (No McDonalds!!). A new pagoda built shortly after the Lijiang earthquake of 1996 offers amazing views of both the old town and the new town that sprung up in the wake of the earthquake and we lapped it all up.

Calmed after the hustle and bustle, we consider staying here longer than the alloted 4 nights, just to chill out but it would be a bit of a waste of our time in China.

The tranquility is somewhat destroyed (in a devastating way) when an American family join the party and the young children take a shine to the dog. Repeated squeaks of "Mi-jou...Mi-jou" ensue constantly as the dog is driven into a frantic excitement that it can barely hold itself inside it's little dress (yes the dog wears a dress, and a bomber jacket at night - no kidding). It jumps around all over the sofa and the kid follows alongside the poor hostess who is trying to gain maybe 3 winks during the quiet period of the day.

Being a spoilsport Brit, I remind the little boy (he was about 8 or 10 so I'm very proud of myself about this) that he might not want to climb all over this lady in pursuit of the little irritating dog. Why his parents didn't feel the need to say anything, God only knows.

Sadly, although my dislike of small dogs is great (and I somewhat grow to like this dog for it's perseverance), it is not as great as my dislike for small squeaky humans that clearly are a little spoilt.

After the boy then when quickly quiet, me and Kate enjoyed a game of Uno and I won - it seems Kate hasn't been playing the correct rules for years.

As a miserable git, I had to hold back the slight grin that surfaced when I found the poor ickle boy was stuck in bed the next day with a bout of 'spoilt brat' stomach bug. I'm starting to like this Buddhism Karma stuff.
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