Bye bye cormorant fisherman guy.
A fisherman watching our tour boat pass by on the Li River.
Old ladies doing the laundry in the Li River.
At times the Li River looked a little like the Norwegian fjords: very deep water with huge, sheer rock towers shooting straight up out of it.
Our tour boat stopped at a very, very sleepy little village along the river. Apparently the last thing of note to happen in this town was a visit by the Clintons in 1998. There was a Bill, Hillary, and Chelsea shrine of sorts in one part of a villager's house, and for a very low price you-- yes, you! --could climb up to the same rooftop from which Bill surveyed the village during his historic visit.
WARNING: There is a house coming up with a very nice tree in the front yard.
Cathy takes a breather while biking.
We paused at this town hall building that dates back to the Sun Yat Sen era, when China was run as a liberal democracy right after the fall of the Qing dynasty. Residents gathered here to discuss important matters and vote. The tree in the background is revered, to the point that elected leaders swore by the tree that they would do their best to serve residents.
In the market for a fugazi pair of Nikes? Why not try this shop in Yangshuo.
Or this one.
Or this one. The Nike "swoosh" symbol looks like a crescent moon to the Chinese, so they call fake Nikes "moon-like-ees."
Shamma took us to a gigantic cave in Guilin which has been given the multimedia treatment with colorful floodlights and soft, lilting Chinese music wafting through.
I know, it sounds really cheesy, but I actually liked how the various rock formations looked in the colored lights.
I took a ton of photos in here.
So many freaky-looking rock formations. So little time!
