July 28, 2010 - Yangshuo, Guangxi, China
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I'm not liking Yangshuo. After waking for the third morning among peaceful rice terraces, surrounded by lush green fields, chirping birds, and farm roosters announcing the suns presence, I boarded an expensive ($10 U.S.) bus and headed south to Yangshuo. The entire trip, including one change of bus, took three hours. Lonely Planet warns traveler that local taxis and rickshaws will drive aimlessly in the wrong direction to hike up costs and then arrive at a different hotel then requested in hopes of getting a kick-back from the hotel owner. This description describes my first two hours in Yangshuo. However, I'm pretty sure my rickshaw driver truly had no idea where she was going.
Having semi-verbal confrontations with the first two hotels visited, I left the driver behind to walk the vendor filled streets aimlessly. Finally arriving at a hotel that felt relatively safe and located right on the Li River, I paid more than desired to just relax. Actually, it was the French-style cafe next door, also overlooking the Li River, that was the real selling point. The Chinese barista, who speaks French and loves Johnny Cash, talked me into the cinnamon waffles with bananas and ice cream.