Guest blog Writer ------ Mr. Hippo
Feb 19th ,2010
When arrived in Yangshuo I inadvertently took a wrong turn coming out of the bus station and caused us to walk quite a ways in the wrong direction. Becky, bless her heart, has all the patience in the world for me. After finding our hostel we immediately booked two excursions: a bamboo boat ride on the Li River and a night time cormorant fishing exhibition. After that it was time to catch our bus to the small town of Ping Xing for our boat ride.
Ping Xing was a very interesting experience, the town itself is nothing more than a village snuggled up against the Li River. Don't make any mistake though, this is not the "real China" that everyone is convinced lurks in the hills. These were modern concrete structures and the roads were full of motorbikes. We paid a reasonable fee to take a small tractor-coach-thing to the river. On our way there we encountered a traffic jam on a tiny road in the midst of the rice fields. Our driver decided to take the small dirt road around to the beach where the bamboo boats were moored. Unfortunately for our driver, going on the small road involved going up a hill, something his tractor engine refused to do. About 75% of the way up the hill, his engine decided not to work anymore and we started sliding backwards. Our tractor slid backwards a few meters and smashed into the tractor behind us. We all had to disembark and listen to our 'chauffeur' casually remark 'it just couldn't make it up the hill' in response to the outraged driver behind him.
We elected to walk the rest of the way and were treated to some really authentic farmhouses and fields along the dirt road. The beach was only a few hundred meters away so we were not overly tired from walking. The bamboo boat was as authentic as a PVC pipe bamboo boat with an outboard motor can be. Luckily we had come in the off season and the river was not completely clogged with visitors. For the first few peaks we passed the driver gave us a description of what it was supposed to look like. I imagine he noticed we were uninterested in wasting our time squinting to see the 'batman head' or whatever it was, because after a few peaks he simply stopped talking. Becky has an abundance of pictures from this part of the trip.
After arriving back at the beach where we had set out, we started to walk back into town. We stumbled upon the old part of town and wandered into its alleys to peruse the shops. After looking at some local 'handicrafts' we headed back to bus stop and returned to Yangshuo.
Our night time activity started with the cormorant fishing show. We were taken aboard a boat and set off into the river in the darkness. We were brought alongside another boat. This second boat was crewed by two men, one driving and the other 'birding.' There were at least 10 cormorants standing on the boat and another 10 swimming in the water. The birds would dive in and out in pursuit of tiny silver fish. Their efficiency was not that spectacular. In the 20 minutes that we watched them they caught about 5 fish.
With our tourist-culture out of the way we decided to try a taste of the local beer 'Li Q.' The same hostel we were sleeping at is famous for having a bar on the roof. We went up there to find an unusual mix: a 40-something man smoking pot in the corner, a few students from 'semester at sea,' and a group of people playing beer-pong. Seeing this unusual site, Becky and I had but one option: pull of a chair and play connect four by ourselves. On about our third game two guys came in and sat down with us. One of them, Jay, was a 200 cm tall man from Perth. The other, Cyril, was a very boisterous man from Toulouse. They had apparently met the day before and were traveling together for the time being. We exchanged stories and had quite a good time together. After a short time Cyril's friend Stephan came along and we decided to challenge the house to beer pong. After a tough first few cups, Stephan and I emerged victorious after a game ending bounce shot into the same cup my partner had just scored. We then lost a game to the other pair from our group and headed out for more drinking and fun. If Jay ever gets facebook I'm sure he'll love a reminder about how he ruined a girl's karaoke that night by playing piano 'accompaniment.'
A little tipsy and in high spirits we bade our friends farewell and made plans to meet up at 10 the next morning for a bike ride.