Gene and Norma Maas
Wednesday, May 3 Xian
At today’s lunch we were
treated to a dumpling banquet, an array of a dozen or more kinds of dumplings
stuffed with various kinds of meat or vegetables. The meal ended with soup
heated on our table over a flaming fire pot. After lunch we were taken to see
the Small Wild Goose Pagoda, originally built in the 8th century.
At 6 pm we were back on a plane headed to the semi-tropical mountainous region of Guilin.
Thursday, May 4 Guilin The area around Guilin is
famous for its extraordinary limestone formations that have been eroded over
millions of years into a dreamlike landscape of pointed spires, vertical cliffs,
and rounded peaks all covered in lush green vegetation.
The best way to view
this amazing landscape is by boat on the Li River. So, after breakfast, we took
the bus to Da Xu where we boarded a local river craft for a four-hour cruise
down the river to Yangshuo. Besides the spectacular scenery, we saw fishermen
astride bamboo rafts, small houseboats, and water buffalo grazing or lounging in
the river. Being that it was still the Labor Day week, there were lots of local
vacationers floating down the river on simple rafts equipped with a couple of
seats and an umbrella. During the entire trip we only saw one speed boat like
you would see everywhere in the US. Before boarding the bus for our return trip to Guilin, they provided us with time once again to spend our money in the local flea market. It was nearly a disaster for me but turned out to be one of those "what are the odds" stories. By this point in our trip, Norma and I had acquired more things than would fit in our suitcases so we decided to buy a small carry-on case. At first the clerk said she wouldn’t take a credit card but then relented when I agreed to pay an extra 5 Yuan, a mere 65 cents. But we had to walk a block or so away to a proprietor who could handle plastic money. When I returned I asked Norma to watch the suitcase while I checked out some tee shirts. I found several I liked but decided to pay cash in order to avoid another trip down the street to pay for it. About ten minutes later we were told to board one of the golf carts nearby that would take us to the bus. Just as we were about to leave, James came up to me holding two credit cards and said, "Don’t lose these again". I was completely dumbfounded because I knew I had put them back in my wallet after the suitcase transaction. I still could hardly believe it when I saw my name on the cards. Apparently, when I paid for the tee shirts, I tipped my wallet over and the cards had fallen out. Now the flea market was extremely crowded but it turned out that a member of another Grand Circle tour group found the cards and handed them to his tour director. He knew they didn’t belong to anyone in his group so he checked with James. I’m still wondering what the odds are, that among the hundreds of people milling around there, that the cards were found by an American tourist who was able to get them back to me before we left the area. |
Gene Maas |
5 Jun 2006 |
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