Yangshuo

I cycled here, I cycled there, I cycled up, I cycled down and on the right side and on the left side and I cycled around and mostly I cycled in the opposite direction and I didn't cycle backwards.
This place is so beautiful, so amazingly beautiful that you could get so amazingly quickly bored of it. It is slightly like a Chinese Chamonix, full of cool suntanned exciting sexy backpackers with long hair and stubbles that smell as bad as you do, or look as if they smelled very bad as you also do look like you smell very bad (and don't), and also regular tourists who wear outfits so that you recognize that they are regular tourists and also some very rich tourists (whom you send friends with the gutts to do it(Rusty) to ask where are they from and why on earth they came to China) who have so much money that they probably fly from one place to another in a private jet and that is why they are capable of keeping such impecable looks as they do.

Have a real craving for a Snickers bar I saw in the shop.

Met a New York guy Eric with whom we went to look for and we found.
After visiting the Moon Hill Scenic Spot where we dared to live dangerously and climbed up the 'No Admission' path to the top, refused all offers of "Kók? Kók? Wotááá, wotááá??!!! Laytááá??? Kók???", after dinner (er, hullo, hullo...we ate a dog!!!) we set off in another direction and found the other end of the world.

I take pictures. More than there is the need to, I believe, only I wish that all, and none, could see what I am seeing when through my eyes all this quietly talks to my heart.