Anton and I left Kunming, the city of eternal spring, because it was too cold. According to our Chinese friends spring is the coldest period of the year, which would explain why the Chinese Spring festival (Chinese New Year) is in Jan/Feb. We travelled via Nanning and Guilin with a sleepless night at a sleeper train and beautiful views from the train windows to reach Yangshuo where we’ve been “volunteering” (mostly hanging out) for almost a week now. We’re staying at a guest house/outdoor English school/Chinese language school with the owner, his family and 4 other volunteers.
We’ve been spending 3 days at a Chinese class reunion doing touristy things, taking lots of pictures, studying Chinese and well, drinking beer and tea. Our language skills are still mamahuhu (= so so in mandarin) but we’re happy about the small steps forward, like getting hot black tea instead of the cold, crazy sweet, fruity ones.
Puss alla fina människor som är med I våra liv! <3
Here’s some pictures!
