Yangshuo - Day 6 Yep, I was hungover. The girls in my room woke me up around 7.30 as they got up to go Kayaking and seemed to need the bacthroom and its light constantly for more than an hour. I got up and tried to be useful. I went to the bus station and booked my ticket to Nanning. I then returned to my hostel and booked the hostel in Nanning. I even emailed the hostel there to enquire about a bus from Nanning to Hanoi. I wanted to get that sorted so I had on...

Yangshuo Day 3 Ignore the date, this was actually 03/10/10, my 1 month anniversary! It was a beautiful morning. The haze of the previous day had gone and the sun was shining in all its glory. We got up, but ran late after taking loads of time at breakfast and getting our things together. It was about 10.30 when we hired the bikes (Y20 each). Me and Jeremy had basic mountain bikes, with a pannier, and even gears. Clara on the other hand had a more sedate looking...

Yangshuo Day 5 Ok, so my lazy day was a tad thwarted by my having to move hostel. When I booked from Guilin I could only get 4 nights in Monkey Jane's and then I booked 3 more in Charming Inn. I only realised late the night before that I had already had the 4 nights. They passed remarkably quickly. However, as the new hostel was only 100 yards down the road, it was hardly too much effort. I dropped off my things and joined some others for a coffee. I also decid...

Yangshuo Day 3 I must apologise in advance that I am unlikely to finish this blog now. I have been on the computer for nearly two hours now (an admin day if you like), but the weather is lovely today and I plan to take advantage of it, by lounging by the river. The internet is good here (my new hostel) and I have added loads of pictures to flickr. So...I got up at about half 8 and made it to the rooftop for breakfast. It was a lazy hazy morning, with a few spec...

Yangshuo - Day 2 I got up a bit late, and my head hurt. There was no time for breakfast, so I gathered my things and met the others in reception. I was not the only one looking worse for wear! The 10 of us, me, another English chap called Marc, 7 Americans and a Canadian called Victoria, walked to the bus station and jumped into a tiny little minibus. We then changed to a bigger bus and bumbled along a dirt track to the entrance of the caves. We could put our va...