From Shaping market, our destination was the village of Sha Xi, halfway to Lijiang. The narrow road wound upwards, high into the damp, misty hills, before descending into the valley again. A van full of people (Tibetans, said our guide, judging by the shape of their faces) had gone off the road on one corner and was being winched back out of the trees.
Our guesthouse was charming, as was the owner. He was an ex-doctor and, with his wife, looked after us very well. He spoke no English, so this was another test of our (mainly Judy’s) Chinese. He brought out his erhu, a two-stringed musical instrument, for Edward to play. Edward soon got the hang of the fact that the bow passes between the s...Read More