Don't worry or go to the bathhouse! China-2017. Part 21. Bamboo to Horses.
Yangshuo - Xingping - Yangshuo 2017-06-12 . >
Quick reference:
Bamboois a raft made of bamboo, which is used by tourists, and fishermen with cormorants hunt fish on it.
Bambist is the person who controls the Bambu.
Horses - here is the mountain "9 horses", which has 9 peaks (I counted 10)), according to legend, these are the horses of the heavenly king, who fled from him to the earth. The king turned them into a mountain. Chinese mythology is quite cruel) 
Today we are going to Xingping to ride "bamboo rafts" on the Li River. You can just take a bus and go to Xingping, and better to Yandi. Such an adventure is more interesting, but it costs more and takes more time. And so, for 105 yuan, we are very prompt:
1. get a ride to the bus
2. Take a bus to Xingping
3. will be driven to the place of landing on the raft
4. ride along the river to "9 horses" and back
5. a ride to Xingping
6. be taken to Yangshuo
7. Will be taken to West Street.
Bus at 9:30 am, you need to be at the meeting point 15 minutes before. We take water, a panama hat, a raincoat in backpacks and go to a familiar cafe-bakery for breakfast. The rolls will weather easily with our active mode in today's incredible heat and humidity. Not only is the humidity here already 100 percent, but it has been raining all morning. The rains are chasing us)
The girl with the dog again leads us to board the minivan, then everything happens quickly and smoothly. We are transferred to the bus, in an hour we are in Xingping.
Ready excursion, this is a ready excursion. What kind of adventures can happen to us if they are taken in an organized way?
But they can! ) We lost our bus)
In Xingping, the guide stood in the aisle and quickly gave a mini-lecture about behavior on the water about how, when and where, so as not to get lost. All tourists listened to the guide and quickly rushed out of the bus. Nadia asks me:
- Did you understand something?
Of course I understood. You need to Chu (go), then Hueth (come back), sorry for my Chinese. But what to do in the resulting time period? )
An English-speaking couple stayed with us on the bus. They think that we are fumbling, and now they will do everything right for us)
I go up to the driver, collecting the question in my head:
- Ni chu Yangsuo shenmeshihou? (When are you going to Yangshuo? )
The driver of the illiterate has not been surprised for a long time, he answers clearly and to the point:
- At 12 o'clock to be on the bus!
We understood everything, they showed the numbers to the driver on the clock, waited for a nod. And they went to take pictures of the license plates of their bus. I know myself I already have a collection of these license plates taken in different countries. and don't rely on memory.
-Tsenmetsou (where to go? ) - we scratch with a vigorous step straight, straight, without turning anywhere. A couple of Europeans realized that we won't lead them to communism we don't know anything here ourselves, and recklessly spun off.
Actually, they are wrong. We have tickets, we know Tsenmetsou, so we will get where we aim anyway. We quickly find both electric cars and the queue for them.
The queue moves quickly, and the ride is short.
On the spot, we are also very quickly loaded onto rafts.
A bambu is not a bambu at all. A raft made of iron and with a motor. It has 4 seats for passengers. We wait a few seconds until someone wants to go with us, they don’t put two people in jail. Two young boys agree, and also let us go forward, it's cooler to ride in the front seats!
On the pier they sell wicker wreaths, like in Fenghuang, and offer to take pictures with monkey cormorants.
We swim to "9 horses" and back 45 minutes.
Bamboo grows along the banks. It looks like a giant fern to me. The mountains are beautiful.
They say that the most beautiful road is behind Nine Horses, and you need to sail from Yandi, I even thought about going to Yandi to start rafting from there, but a talented girl took me prisoner with low prices. Well, mountains and mountains - I decided - the difference is hardly so obvious as to pay twice as much and fool yourself with logistics. And now I’m thinking, maybe there, behind the Horses, it’s a hundred times more beautiful, but I haven’t seen it)
I can't say that I liked riding on the Li River. Without a spark, in general) Cloudy, noisy, not for long.
Mountains yes!
But the mountains. . . mmm. . . how do I put it? . .
When entering Guilin, the mountains are a joy. At the entrance to Yangshuo - delight. And here is deja vu. It's like a joke repeated three times.
I remember how we climbed Marina Bay in Singapore. I so wanted! And here I am standing on this deck, looking around... Boring) I have already looked at the views from the wheel, they are not allowed into the pool. The vaunted Sky Park is located in such a way that it is not visible at all. Even the beautiful show of iron trees from this angle looks like a strange flickering.
In general, cut, hit me, but when the engine is humming, the river is full of rafts, and there are four of you in the boat, not counting the bambi player, it is quite difficult to get special pleasure, despite the mountains. Thanks to our fellow travelers, they sat as quiet as mice. Or maybe in the best Chinese traditions…
It seems to me that in order to enjoy Li, you need to come here on the first day, that is, start China from here. Or combine with Syangungoroy. Or go on foot, but with crossings to pump up adrenaline) Or I'm insensitive. The funny thing is that at that time I myself could not understand my emotions. There is beauty all around, but I'm bored) I think that's it, the body is overflowing with beauty and now nothing can penetrate it.
After the bambu, the electric car drives back, but makes a stop for those who wish at a small market street. Of course we went out.
The street is cool if you haven't been to Furong yet. That's all Xingping is cool, if China starts with it. But it is not suitable for China to end on it. Few! Just not enough! And the appetites are already grown)
They sell everything in the world here. I especially liked the milk bottles. Bottles with nipples mean they are intended for children, but steam comes from them, which means they are chilled. Does not fit in my brain to children and cold. In addition, I know that the Chinese are genetically intolerant of milk. They do not produce the enzyme lactase, which is supposed to break down lactose. That is, milk is not digested. Who is this milk for? If anyone knows, please enlighten me!
We have a little time to walk, but first we want to find a bus. I'm going to the parking lot. There are a lot of buses, all of them, in my opinion, are similar. I check their numbers against the photo, but our bus is not there. Full parking of buses, and all of them are not ours! ) And most importantly, there is no one to ask. I make another circle around the parking lot. Not to say that I was very upset, public transport runs perfectly from Xingping to Yangshuo, it will not be possible to get lost here, but the absence of the bus that brought us surprises me very much. Poltergeist
Nadia is the first to guess that we are lost and have come to the wrong place. Somehow, inherent in her, the sixth sense, she finds another parking lot, where our bus is safely waiting for us.
Tip: A photo of the bus number is good, but a map marker is even better! )
Our search for the bus took a lot of time and there is no time to go somewhere. Once again, I make sure that you need to travel without any excursions. If we weren't tied to the bus, we'd be happy to wander around here.
We arrive in Yangshuo at the height of the heat. We want to go home and rest a little. Literally half an hour we lie under the air conditioner and understand that it's time to visit our delicious restaurant.
This time we were clearly in the midst of lunchtime. People are crowding downstairs and there is a girl in whom we have identified the manager of the tables. There is some kind of music stand in front of her and she moves chips on it. We spun around, but the girl does not see us point-blank. I probably need to ask something, but apart from eyemhangri in yao chifang, I don’t know anything from the field of cooking. Therefore, we boldly stomp the stairs to the second floor and smile sweetly. If you are laowai in China, then you can do anything) The waiters jumped up to us and instead of down the stairssend back to the manager, we were escorted to the table under white hands and given the menu.
Immediately choose the duck and eggplant. Again, a bummer with eggplant, it is not pronounced categorically. And suddenly, I remember how, at the dawn of my Chinese training, I carefully and many, many times repeated "Waiter, please give me a plate of vegetables" until even my husband learned how to say "a plate of vegetables" in Chinese
"Qing gey yi phan chuzhai! " I recite out loud in the hope of getting at least some vegetables.
The waiter nods. Order accepted.
And now, as Zadornov said, take more air into your lungs. Here it is, the legendary phanchutskhai or, in our opinion, a plate of vegetables. Inedible garbage.
And delicious duck.
Note that putting bones on your plate is considered indecent in China. All dice should be thrown under the table stacked directly on the table. This will require training, because the hand stubbornly pulls the gnawed bone on the edge of the plate) They then have to disinfect these plates after us)
After lunch, the heat did not disappear anywhere, the air became even hotter and shivered shamelessly over the asphalt and the lake.
And we went to the park) It's obvious that there are trees in the park and it's cool there? But no! In the park, the heat becomes completely unbearable, because there is no air movement there. But in the park there are locals, even mostly residents, who dance, sing, play cards and just walk around.
There is an amusement park, but it is closed. The overall impression is sad, here it does not hurt to hire a gardener and a couple of janitors.
There is a mountain in the park, climbing it, we will see Yangshuo from above. But not this time.
In fact, I endure both heat and humidity quite easily, but now I was somehow uneasy. The legs didn't move, the hands didn't obey, the eyes stuck together.
We sit for a long time in the shopping center, at a table, near the waterfall, but this does not help. I quietly whine that the day was spent ineptly, maybe we went somewhere, but my body doesn’t want to go anywhere anymore, it’s tired of everything, it wants to go home or at least to a hostel.
The last attempt to "walk" - we wander into McDonald's. Beautiful, delicious, cool, but boring)
Therefore, we go to the hostel, we have a terrace there and it is high time to transfer the photos to the computer and to the USB flash drive.
Mosquitoes had a notable dinner that day, we sat on the terrace until late, and then I crawled out to smoke in the middle of the night.
That night, the terrace was popular not only with mosquitoes, there they played billiards, drank beer and watched movies, a lot of human youth. .
