Knackered again after wandering for hours in the rice terraces and boiling hot to boot!
Nature boy!
Having lunch and rice wine with some very kind locals in the village of Longji, the next village on from Ping An.
We didn't speak the local Chinese language nor did they speak English but we still managed to communicate just fine. We had a memorable few hours with this family.
Ping An village famed for its rice terraces.
BBQ Bamboo rice.
Preparing for yet another noisy over-crowded bus journey!
Leaving beautiful Yangshuo for Ping An early morning.
Breakfast at the giggling tree.
We told you there wern't any doors, how about bannisters?
Enjoying the local beer fish, especially prepared for us.
Cotton picked and drying!
View down to the kitchen from our balcony
Chris paying the owner, who also was a Kung Fu master, on the right, and the champion kickboxer on the left, for our room with no door. We were the first ever guests at the unfinished hotel. The price reflected the lack of creature comforts!
Wild cotton.
Chicken in a basket!
Running repairs to the over stressed rucksack.
Our first ever pre 9.oo am ice-creams,mind you we had been cycling since 5.30 am!
Early morning view over the Yulong river.
Guangxi sunrise!
On the road to Pu Tao
Sunrise after our escape!
Literally the beginning of Guilin motorway.
'Fleeing' the gravel campsite at 5.30 am the next morning! We went into stealth mode and managed to pack the tent and all of our belongings without alerting the locals to our presence even though they were only a few feet away!
