Thursday, March 18, 2010


Guilin is almost sub-tropical, with lush palm trees. Dusk passes quickly.

For instance, at 17.50 I saw this hill in daylight.

A few minutes later I passed these bronze galloping horses by the river.

But by 18.30 it was like this.

Somehow, in the middle of this, I managed to become lost. Road signs ceased making sense and I walked round and round in circles. For some time I wondered what to do, but then luckily came upon a taxi rank, and the driver understood when I told him the name of my hotel.


Post a Comment

Comments are subject to moderation.

<< Home