A conversation could go like this:
-Where's the post office?
-Zai nar (over there).
Of course there's pointing in some general direction but you part ways completely unsure of where to go.
I rode around for hours knowing I wasn't getting any closer but I had all day so I felt like I had to shi yi shi (give it a try). I never found the road my hostel told me to take but on the map there was another road that appeared to lead to the village and I just happened to be on that road. After passing my 2nd set of ghost town subdivisions I ran out of road.
I turned around. I rode some more and found the market on the map. I seemed to be getting closer!
(Lots of potatoes)
(Look closely)
(Chicks of all different colors)
(This man bought 3 red ones. He was given a plastic bag to transport his purchase - the same as when you get food for takeout. This guy couldn't get them to stay in his bag so he tied the plastic bag. I think the poor little guys were dead before he rode away.)
After the market I was back on the road confident I knew the next road would be the one I needed. If it was my road the name was different. Eventually I just couldn't take the exhaust from the cars and trucks anymore. If the ride would have been out in the country without much traffic I could have gone for hours but this was not the country riding I had in Yangshuo. I gave up and returned to Lijiang with sunburned hands!
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