Something happened on the way and we stop near a mountain pass at a little village. We get off the bus and wave at the locals. Some of them are waving back, others are too busy carrying a young pick into the barn where it might await, well, we all know. I try to ask the policeman what has happened and slam my fists together with an inquiering expression, to indicate a frontal collision. He nods and I confidently turn to Yeon, "there has been an accident."
Our involuntary break doesn't last long, and the rest of the way to Lijang we don't experience any difficulties. The town itself is nice and only two hundred meters walking suffice to end up in just the right family-run guesthouse for as little as 40 yuan (even though the sign said 280). I love com...nism.
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