Here's a shot from the window of where I'm staying in Guilin. It's the peach blossom river I believe.
And again last night
Wasn't a terrible day all told on the river (Li I think. I'll try and look it up before posting). I've included the, quite literally, money shot. It's a bit unclear but you'll probably get the gist of what is going on if you look at the note carefully. Very possibly one of the most spectacular river journeys in the world IMHO.
Next up, a food and drink montage. The first is part of my first class train snack pack, which included on the right, 'Monkey Munchies'. It remains unopened. The second is the Irish pub I found. There had to be one. Finally, some more stickie goodness. I'm living off them. These were reminiscent of pork but it could have been anything. ......let's imagine for a minute it was pork and move swiftly on. It tasted bloody great whatever it was.
Lastly, I really have started talking to myself (Gerald is a terrible conversationalist). Oh come on!! I met my fourth English speaking person in five weeks today - not counting the ex-pat night in Almaty and had to restrain myself. She was a Venezuelan with perfect English (American) and I had to leave her after a bit for fear of appearing massively creepy. I was just excited is all. I'm firm in the belief she thought me politely reserved. Actually, I'm doing fine all told but to hear an English voice is becoming very weird and to hear my own voice out loud is kinda therapeutic. I don't think that's toooo odd is it...? Shit. Maybe.
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