Blog Entry 41
The tears, the tantrums, the steatorrhea...it was all worth it to get to Lijiang. Situated in the foothills of the Himalayas, Lijiang is a picturesque town with flowing canals, winding cobblestone streets, stone bridges, traditional buildings, and numerous bars and restaurants.
Hi, I'm a Naxi ethnic minority!
Called the Dongba, the pictographic writing of the Naxi's only have about 1,380 characters more than english.
The Naxi's were damn good at water conservation. Water from Jade Dragon River is diverted in to three pools: upper for drinking; middle for washing fruit and veg; lower for washing clothes and dishes. Of course, old people spitting big gobs in the streams kind of defeats the hygenic purpose.
This old lady had difficulty expressing the joy she felt from selling Brad a scarf.
The local craftsmen making silverware.
The local kids catching tadpoles.
The local dogs being fed up.
"Woah...look at that sassy white couple with all that sass!" is what these Chinese tourists were likely to have been saying.
Nothing washes down yak-meat stew quite like a bottle of Baijiu/throat-skinner.
Brad did not expect Emma to correctly answer 'Cyndi Lauper - Time After Time' as the song on the radio.
This kid didn't quite understand "you're irritating, please leave our table".
Black Dragon Pool Park. Jade Dragon Snow Mountain is sitting behind the clouds probably looking spectacular.
We were honoured to have been chosen by a monk who took us inside this buidling, motioned for us to sit, burned some incense, held our hands, and said something seemingly spiritual in Chinese. We were shitty when this monk then demanded some cash.
A water wheel divides the Old Town from the New Town. Look at it turn! It turns good!
An eagle attempting to snatch a Lijiangese.
After a reasonable amount of unidentifiable food, a Western breakfast was a bloody nice change.
This t-shirt guy was the best guy.
Squat on me.