But being cheap and adventurous, we nabbed a free map (and free advice) from a bike shop and headed out in what we figured was the direction in which we wanted to go. It didn’t really matter because the intention was to get away from
That path took us along a river, by a big banyan tree and through a few villages. Believe me… it was ideal. Warm weather, clear green river, Chinese women singing crackled songs through old megaphones on floating bamboo rafts, sunset was just a couple of hours away… You really couldn’t ask for a more picturesque day. But we had no idea what was just around the bend. Chinese guys setting up a hot air balloon. Sweartagawd.
After minimal (okay, actually there was zero) negotiation, we found ourselves rising far higher than any limestone peak – so far above the karst landscape – that we were able to see Yangshou in a way could have never anticipated. Bursts of fire filled our balloon with air. We rose to a place where the breeze was quiet and calming. The last rays of sun shot through the peaks. Women rode their children home on bikes. And smoldering fires spilled light across rice fields.
This is why I love to travel - there is nothing better than serendipity.
2 comments:
Wow Lis, I am quite green right now ;-) You also have a wonderful writing talent that I've never seen before...keep that up. Enjoy Vietnam and have some Pho for me :-)
Love you!
R
Hi Lu. It's Deb. I'm just catching up with your blog and e-mails after freezing our buns in MI for the week. Looks like you guys are having a blast! Travel safe and enjoy!
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