We are in China. Slowly, slowly we penetrate the Middle Kingdom. The first surprise
already befallen us at the border, where a fully professional
Chinese border guards in pure ENGLISH
helped us fill out papers, searched backpacks and not finding, what you do not need to find
(dissident guide, who pretended
book about Coco Chanel) wished a good time.
As if we was little rice terraces in the north of Vietnam, just after
entry to China, climbed August to Yuanyang, where people from
Hani tribe 1300 years created by a patchwork of fields on the slopes of the mountains
Ailao. Although the terrace looks best in winter when they are flooded with
awaiting for the spring sowing, their great size and geometric patterns
even now compensates for the trouble of traveling to
forgotten by road builders in the region.
Chinese people try to get to the miracle of agricultural engineering
World Heritage status by UNESCO, so far without success. When
but will get their way, the town probably will lose your slow rhythm, costumes
ethnic minorities will be worn mostly for tourists, and hotels
override the views of the valley. Yuanyang przedostalismy
From August to Kunming, a small, as the conditions
Chinese, cities (more than one million inhabitants), where several
zabawilismy hours in anticipation of the infamous night bus. To our surprise,
bus was clean, comfortable, no one in it does not roast (Chinese people everywhere and a pile
without interruption), moderately spit and showing the movie kung-fu
ended on 22nd In such luxurious conditions dotelepalismy
August to Lijiang, in which you fell in love with from the first moment, when at half past six in the morning
were looking for with the torch the hostel, dodging through the picturesque streets full of
beautiful wooden house, which look like
scenery for a film about deceit kurtyzanach . Lijiang
flourished 800 years ago as a stop on the route trade tea
Charakter i zawdziecza swoj unikalny ludowi Naxi,
ktory w tym stanowi wiekszosc etniczna Regioni. Blakamy
zatem sie po z kretych uliczkach popijajac jogurt mleko yaka i
napawajac zdecydowac oczy czy sie nie mogac Cepelia czy to raj.
We are in China. Little by little we in this country. The first
surprise awaits us at the border where Chinese soldiers helped us fill
Luaga papers and recorded our backpacks,
all in perfect English. They found that should not (the
guide) so I waved and wished us a good trip.
Since we do not bastaon the terraced rice fields in northern Vietnam
(where of course there are two pairs of Picon), rode
Ailao mountains where the Hani ethnic minority
has created a mosaic of fields. Although the terraces are best in winter when covered with water
are waiting for spring, its large surface and toners
gemetricos reward the difficulty of reaching this site
forgotten Carratera engineers.
From there we went to Kunming, the small town (for the Chinese because
only has a million inhabitants), where the bus nocturnal Esparas
led us to Lijiang. Lijiang
We fell in love from the first moment when
5.30 in the morning we were lost in its narrow streets looking for with the flashlight
any hostel. Lijiang
streets look like a decoration of the film on curtizanas
envious. So here we are taking yogurt
yak milk and wondering if the city is tacky and wonderful.
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