I think to shorten my stay, depression overcame me, I want to meet people with whom to exchange impressions and feelings. I can not believe my eyes, I see there, my colleague and friend from Mexico, they come from Canton and go where I come from, it's because of me that they finally decided to come disproportionate visit this country. Too bad we were going in the opposite direction, I would have loved to stay in their delightful company.
There is a problem, many Westerners, one English, two Dutch, two Italian coulpes, three Belgians and two Germans, like me, annoyed to be stuck in this small village of Yanshuo. For several days there are more buses or taxis that circulate in the direction of Guilin, the normal route out of this region has been cut off by flooding. They decide to hire a coach with three drivers and two translators, to take them to Kunming in the valley of eternal spring. They are looking for other volunteers to share the costs. I seized this opportunity and join them in this new odyssey. According to the crew, the trip will be three days, two nights at the hotel, they say us.
The first night, no city or village with a hotel, after a brief small bath in a river and a spartan dinner we sleep somehow, the boys outside and girls inside our ship. In the morning we are all a little numb by a night of poor sleep. Drivers think we finally arrive tonight, I do not agree. We are moving in a steep area, and yet I went into ecstasies over the huge iron bridge that I saw off in another valley, three hours ago, and although here we are on that bridge. If we continue at this rate one week will not be enough, but I reserve my thoughts, I do not wish to demoralize everyone.
The girls are angry, they are worred of soaking in their sweat, two of them are indisposed, they want to wash correctly. To 10:00 p.m., we arrive in a village where girls have finally found the hot water to do their hygienic toilet. I am doing the clown with children, adults as well laugh with my antics. We have a delicious hot meal, we can not determine what it is made of, but it is a treat and a small comfort to this perilous journey. Only we will still spend the night close to the bus. The drivers argue, translators inform us that in fact they are never gone out of their province, and they do not know the road, on the map it looked so simple. Happy to know that I was right, shall we have a better night for that?
Third day, the fireball is still running, we keep good hope to arrive before the night to our destination. When ten o'clock in the morning, the police stopped us and invites us to follow them in their police station for identity control. Me, I'm alright, I ask for the toilet, I find there a shower, too bad there is this little black pig, well, you were raised on a farm, arn't you? OK, I do not deprive myself to use it. The others were all very anxious not to see me back, they thought something like: he is not in good standing, we will be held here on forever. To see me brand new, do not make them laugh at all, they shun me, ah jealousy, I did not forbid them to do so ...