We spent the last three days of our China trip in Yangshuo, which has great scenery and is the "sister city" of Zac's Grandpa's city of Morehead Kentucky.  It was through this connection that we ended up having lunch with Mayor Zhou in a restaurant right by the Li River with the karst hills in the background, a few cattle grazing, and some cormorant fishermen cruising downstream on their bamboo boats.  We couldn't actually see any of this during the lunch of course, because Chinese custom dictates that guests of honor sit facing the door (so you can see if someone is coming to kill you as opposed to those poor suckers with their backs to the door).  But what was truly enjoyable was that the Mayor took time out from his busy schedule to have lunch with two inconsequential backpackers simply because he had had dinner at Zac's grandpa's house two years ago.  This is the Chinese system of "guanxi" (connections) at it's best.  We'll truly miss the wonderful hospitality of the Chinese people.

Also while in Yangshuo, we managed to get lost in the rice paddies. We'd rented bikes and were in search of an intriguing "dragon bridge" that our map claimed existed but which we couldn't find.  The road kept getting narrower and narrower and pretty soon we were on the footpath between rice fields and some little kids started following us.  I eventually realized they were saying "ni qu na li?" (Where are you going?)  So we stopped, showed them the map, an old man came over and pointed at the map with his sicle, there was a lot of talking and gesturing and the old man told us to go to the "da lu" big road.  We turned around, soon discovered that no such big road existed, but kept going anyway.  We turned around again, found another road, but no bridge back to the other side of the river.  Eventually we followed a man through the rice fields to the river where he took us across in his bamboo boat for a nominal fee.   Really, I think sometimes getting lost is the most enjoyable part of traveling.