City Wall Gate is the number one tourist attraction in Guilin. Here it is. Brace yourselves:
Another Che Guevara’s pants situation? I think so. We didn’t bother with whatever numbers two, three and four were 😉
Liver in my noodle soup this morning – that’s a first:
Twin pagodas (sun and moon, one is blue and the other yellow but they both looked grey today):
I haven’t had a western dinner for a month, so ordered steak and chips at the “Irish pub” (run by a Chinaman). Roughest one I think I’ve ever had – I should have predicted this as beef in China is tough, and the fact that he had to check what “rare” meant >_<
Jesting with the locals continued, as we tried to sell their own tours to the touts. And a conversation with a man who just kept talking and palm-writing in Chinese – funny thing was that he didn’t ever make it clear that he had no idea what we were saying. He just kept smiling, nodding and copying our hand gestures in agreement. He never came back with the beer and mango smoothie that Rudy ordered 😉
Other stuff from our walk round town included these living keyrings (I told you animal welfare was non-existent here):
And what appeared to be a “poetry battle” as each took it in turn to write beautiful (but to me unintelligible) script on the pavement in water:
And unexpectedly coming across this made me suddenly miss home:
Another selfie request from the table behind us at dinner (we’re averaging at least five a day). She was so lovely. There’s a definite gender split: females prefer photos with Rudy, males with me. Her older male companion (maybe her father) stopped by our table on their way out and said something to me. Problem was, I had no idea what he said. I should have recorded it for translation at a later date, but didn’t think. There are some apps that can translate spoken Chinese to English, but I can’t seem to access them in the app store. Plus they need me to activate mobile data (I haven’t bought a local SIMÂ like I did in Cambodia). I would have paid to know what he said to me, though – he’d obviously thought about it. Or maybe it’s best that I’ll never know.
Random stuff from today:
Another day, another slogan:
In China, the streets are tiled. Yes, like you’d do at home. When it rains, they’re lethally slippery:
