Day 30 We woke up early as we had a bus to catch to Jianshui, we tried to catch our last sunrise in Yuanyang but the cloud hadn't budged and was thicker than yesterday. We spoke to an american group over breakfast who had travelled NZ and SE Asia so got yet more advice and contact emails and packed for our bus. To get back to Xinjie we had to flag down a random minibus and ask him to take us which wasn't a problem. He picked up other fares and with us all bunched up like sardines in a can we arrived into Xinjie. Our next stop was Jianshui! We some how managed to find the bus and we were on our way. After an hour we pulled in to a random station and we were ushered on to another bus, after 5 minutes on this tiny bus we stopped in the middle of a dirt track and picked up what seemed to be half a village of people, I don't know how they fit everyone in. Surprisingly we arrived in Jianshui on time and couldn't wait to get off the bus. After buying our onward tickets at the station we headed to our hostel. It had started to rain so we ate some noodles we had and waited for it to pass. Once it was clear we went for a walk, the town was beautiful, ancient architecture and not very touristy. We found some street food to snack on and walked until it was dark. We bought some beer and coffee from a supermarket and went back to the hostel.

Day 31 We got up earlish as we knew we only had till 3pm before our bus to Kunming, there wasn't much to do in Jianshui but it was such a beautiful ancient town we didn't want to miss it out. We went in search for breakfast and thought we had ordered 2 bowls of noodle soup, (our few Chinese words don't seem to work here in the South due to their dialect) but what we got was some kind of thick slimy noodle wrap with pickle in and some dipping sauce. Of course Lloyd devoured his where I managed to eat about half of mine before not being able to stomach anymore. We walked and walked until there was nothing left to see of the town. We had read about the 'twin dragon bridge' which was just outside the town so thought it was worth the visit. We asked the man in our hostel to write it in Chinese for us and he pointed us in the direction of the minibus station. With no idea which but to get on we just walked to a random minivan and showed him out bit of paper, he told us to jump in and he drove away picking up people who flagged him down. After passing a lot of decapitated houses and waste land he stopped next to what looked like a big factory and pointed along a path. Unsure if we were in the right place we got off and stated walking up the dirt path until we were there. The bridge didn't disappoint our view was exactly how we had imagined China to look before the skyscrappers. It sat over a lake where men were fishing and behind was fields of farmland. We walked along the bridge marvelling at the architecture and with no tourists it was so peaceful We flagged down a minivan back to the town and had a drink in a little bar/cafe talking and people watching. Time was ticking on so we got some food from a street vendor, picked up our backpacks and headed for the bus. The ride back to Kunming wasn't too bad, it was dark when we arrived and we just managed to catch the last bus to the train station by a matter of seconds. The bus took another hour and by this time we were tired and hungry. We found restaurant near the train station and ended up with the same old noodle soup before boarding our night train to Dali.