From: Helen
Date: April
27 2006
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Hi everyone,
This is coming to you from Dali in the Province of Yunnan, in China. After convincing the staff at the hotel in Tenchong that I did not steal two perfectly ordinary white guest towels we were finally allowed to depart - about 20 mins late. The trip from Tengchong to Pupiao was spectacular - the scenery was out of this world, I don't have the time to write down all the superlatives, but believe me it was fantastic. The grandness of the mountains, the patchwork fields that covered them, everything simple took my breath away. Consequently I was feeling quite breathless when we encountered the result of a road accident. Traffic was backed up like you wouldn't believe; no-one could move in either direction so we decided to have lunch and hope things began to move. We had a lovely lunch at a local restaurant with the by now mandatory 9 bottles of beer followed by birthday cake (Judith's 59th) but lunch didn't take long enough. We had a further two hours to wait during which Jeff and I whipped Ross and Ross off the table playing 500. I had the most fabulous hand but before we could start playing we were called to the bus. Prematurely I might add, we sat around in the bus for a further half hour before we could even get into the stream of traffic. Slowly, slowly we
drove up and down mountains, passing large, heavy transports in the
most unlikely places - my heart was in my mouth on many
occassions but I decided to put my faith in the driver, relax and
enjoy the trip. We passed not only over and around mountains but
through them as well. There were ten tunnels of various lengths the
longest being three kilometers - the work that has happened and is
happening is amazing, particularly when you consider most of it seems
to be done using China's most numerous resource, the people. |