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Vietnam - Halong Bay (Day 34 to 35)

When Jack Bauer takes a holiday: Minibus-boat-lunch-cave-kayaking-hike-swim-dinner-beer-bed-pack-breakfast-relax-minibus!

Nice early start at the Little Hanoi 2 with a 4 hour bus journey broken up with a convenient wee stop at a pottery place on the way! Oh yes and a cup of tea infused with condensed milk! Sweet!!! At this point we met Nicola and Jeremy, a New Zealand couple who are traveling for 3 months on their way back to Kiwi-Land having lived in London for 5 years.

Hurray the sun was finally shining and it was a beautiful day. We arrived in Halong bay at 12pm to board the boat that was to be our home for the next 24 hours (start the clock). Sun still shining burny hotness! Up to the top deck for some long awaited sunshine to absorb the magestic limestone islands. Mmmmmm peaceful.

Boats heading out

Boats heading out

Burny hotness

Burny hotness

Rocky scenery

Rocky scenery

14 people on a boat happy to take in the views and relax when came...

Helooo everyone, lunch downstairs now lets go!
Can I stay on the b...?
Now.
AAAaaagggrrhhhhh

On the top deck of the boat...

On the top deck of the boat...

A great lunch of seafood, meat, rice, salad and lots of it. Back to the top deck for views and relaxation uhhhhh peaceful, when...

Everybody, 5 minutes. Caves. Meet at the front of the boat.
But I just want to...
Now.
AAAaaagggrrhhhhh

Burn me I have 5 minutes!

Burn me I have 5 minutes!

Every stalactite and stalagmite in this cave was purposefully sculpted by the Almighty to resemble something meaningful to the locals. The following pictures require a little imagination, don't worry if you can't see the image I've labelled them for your convenience.

Cave - Polar bear

Cave - Polar bear

Cave - Turtle

Cave - Turtle

Cave - Monkey

Cave - Monkey

Cave - Weird penguin bin. Placed there not by the Almighty but by someone with a strange sense of humour.

Cave - Weird penguin bin. Placed there not by the Almighty but by someone with a strange sense of humour.

Cave - A cannon???

Cave - A cannon???

Really? Oh yes this is no joke! However the views were very nice from the top.

View from the top

View from the top

Another view from the top

Another view from the top

After the cave we were marched back on the boat up to the top deck for views, relaxation and burney hot sunniness when...

Everybody 5 minutes you must now kayak.
That's ok, I'm happy to stay on the boat, but thanks all the same...
Stay in view, visit that cave over there and be back on the boat in 45 minutes.
...but
Now.
AAAaaagggrrhhhhh

Rest and relaxation

Rest and relaxation

Ok so I didn't take the camera as there was nothing new to see that we couldn't see from the boat deck and in the cave there was a man brushing his teeth. After splashing Monkey-Steve with my paddle and making him Chauffeur me around like I was “The Queen” we retreated back to the boat a bit early to catch the views, relaxation and burney hot sunniness when.... Aaahhhhh peaceful!

Everybody 5 minutes you must now swim.
Now look here, I just want to stay on the b...
Now.
AAAaaagggrrhhhhh

Within 5 minutes of leaving the kayaking area we arrived at the area for degnated swimming and a short climb to a lookout point. Naturally the lookout point was a brisk affair to get a bit of exercise before eating again and then the swim was welcomed as a cool down. It was only after being in the water for 40 minutes that we realised that the water was very polluted (we assume from the many many tourist boats visiting the bay). When leaving the water we all had a greasy residue covering our skin, apart from Monkey-Steve, he looked the same.

View from the look-out point

View from the look-out point

View from the look out point

View from the look out point

Sun setting over Halong Bay

Sun setting over Halong Bay

A very welcomed shower and the collection of a few beers on route to the top deck for sunset.

Sun setting - look at the number of boats!

Sun setting - look at the number of boats!

Dinner was a very similar affair to Lunch and very tasty at that. Nicola, Jeremy, Steve and I chatted and drank beer and woke the crew up to get more beer on more than 1 occasion. We did become concerned over the bin in our bathroom...

Strange, scary Moomin looking bin - hungry for tampons!

Strange, scary Moomin looking bin - hungry for tampons!

Strangely this was only after consuming a number of beers and thus repeated visits to the facilities. I still think it looks like a Moomin.

At around 11.30pm having been the only people on the deck since 8pm and the only ones awake since 9.30pm we decided to hit the sack. Only because the boatman decided to lock the fridge containing all the beer and sleep right in front of it.

The next day we started early as we had to check out of our rooms. The boat made haste to drop the people at the island that had opted to stay an extra night (something that we decided not to do and were glad that we hadn't when we heard the not so great reviews). This was a great day - finally left to our own devices to relax on the top deck, soak up the sun and enjoy the views of those magestic limestone islands before heading back to the port for lunch and the bus back to Hanoi.

More rocky scenery

More rocky scenery

The sun was still shining when we returned to Hanoi but no time to enjoy, we were headed straight for the sleeper train to take us to Hue, 13 hours south of Hanoi.

Posted by Monkey-Man 19:07 Archived in Vietnam Tagged bay halong Comments (0)

Vietnam - Hanoi (Day 31 to 33)

Immigration antics, nuclear coffee and an idiots guide to crossing the road.

With Steve mended it was time to escape Hong Kong and reach Hanoi, Vietnam, a route that was debated over many beers when we were still in the Philippines. Do we take the sleeper bus across the border through China or should we take the sleeper train? Do we save a lot of time and fly? We on this occasion opted for the the more expensive but time-saving flight.

We arrived in Hanoi airport with the paperwork, passport photos and $50US for our visa's that had previously been accepted via the online application. The system of collecting these at the airport leaves me baffled to this day! We queued at the collection window only to be told to walk down a corridor to the window on the other side of the collections office (we could see it through the first window as it was in the same office). Bags and all we walked and queued at the second collection window. We handed in our paperwork and passports to then be told to go back to the first collection window and wait to be called forward! At which point we breathed a sigh of relief as we had a small supply of US dollars. The Visa issuing office would not accept Vietnamese Dong - their own currency?! This would seem very odd considering that you can only withdraw Vietnamese Dong from their cash machines.

Visa obtained, bags collected and it was time to venture out and explore our new country. Very conveniently our hostel (Little Hanoi 2) had an airport collection waiting for us. No hassle from charlatan taxi drivers and no haggling. Nice hostel, a lovely big room with one snag; we had been advised that there would be music noise from 9pm till around 11pm every night from the club next door. We decided to see how bad it was with the understanding that we would move the next day if it was too loud. Big mistake, very loud, whole room shaking and lasted till 11.45pm. Whats the problem? We had arranged a Skype with Mum and Dad McNaughty for 11pm their time making it 5pm in Vietnam, so by the time the noise died, we went to bed and then started the wake-up process at 4.45am we had successfully had 3-4 hours sleep! The next morning after our Skype followed by 2 more hours of sleep we requested a change!

So enough ranting and more about Hanoi itself. Hanoi is an interesting city. On one hand it is humid, busy and jam-packed with hundreds of lawless scooters. On the other hand it has a charm and quality which captures and excites you. I would love to write that I hated this place but I just couldn't.

The lake

The lake

The lake again

The lake again

Exercise around the lake is very popular amongst the locals

Exercise around the lake is very popular amongst the locals

It is by no means a pedestrian friendly city either as there are few pavements and those that exist are often occupied by hundreds of motorbikes. The streets are narrow and busy with more motorbikes and the odd car and tricycle thrown in to add to the chaos. Crossing these roads takes guts, determination and a strong belief in an afterlife. In short the only way to navigate across is to slowly walk out into the traffic and hope that they miss you - which miraculously they manage to do. This system appears to work extremely well. Furthermore never use the marked pedestrian crossings as they are nearly always positioned in the most dangerous of places. When crossing a busy junction, with traffic entering from all corners and in both directions, do as the locals do and aim to walk straight through the center of the traffic, over the central reservation and safely to the otherside. After a few days of practice it became second nature – god help us when crossing the roads back in the UK!

Close your eyes, breath deeply and step out. Brrummmmmm!

Close your eyes, breath deeply and step out. Brrummmmmm!

Amongst all the traffic these fruit sellers will try to place their hat and heavy load onto your head and shoulder- for a photo at a price unsurprisingly

Amongst all the traffic these fruit sellers will try to place their hat and heavy load onto your head and shoulder- for a photo at a price unsurprisingly

More trafficy fruitiness

More trafficy fruitiness

Note the experienced tourist moving across the junction. Well done sir, well done

Note the experienced tourist moving across the junction. Well done sir, well done

During our first night in Hanoi we discovered that we could get coffee that would put more hairs on even Monkey-Steve's chest and rot the teeth of a dental practitioner! (The default coffee consists of triple to quadruple coffee shots with a splash of condensed milk - a mixture more commonly known by Russian scientists as rocket fuel).

Vietnam was the most touristy place that we had visited so far (not inc. Hong Kong) and in that sense they had more Western gastronomic imports to offer. Picture two hungry backpackers deprived of meat, particularly red meat, recovering from food poisoning and in a new city where Pho (noodle soup) is the tasty (but not-so-filling) national dish. You will see two backpackers after one day, say - this Sucks - and go and grab a steak dinner. Do we feel ashamed? No, we actually felt normal again. Steve had Spaghetti Bolognese the following day, he still feels some remorse over this.

Steve and I did enjoy a few runs on the pathway around the lake just outside our hostel (finally less starry people!). What an amazing feeling - the first run since leaving home, no need to put the TRX up in our room and exercise silently to low volume hard house music and risk breaking a hostel door.

Hanoi rained every day non-stop, so it was still a revelation that we liked it. From here we decided to break free of the city and take a tour to the famous - drum roll - candidate for the UNESCO 7 Natural Wonders of the World, Halong Bay!

Posted by Monkey-Man 03:39 Archived in Vietnam Tagged hanoi Comments (0)

Hong Kong (Day 29 to 31)

Comfort food, multiple bowel movements and Indonesian girls on tour.

Not much to say really other than the Hong Kong Kowloon area where we were staying is not a true reflection of the city as a whole. However it was cheap and therefore a popular destination for backpackers in an expensive city. Unfortunately we couldn't venture too far from our old friend the toilet for fear of an unexpected bowel movement. It was at this point we appreciated the logic of a wet room when the sink was too far away from the toilet!!!

(The subconscious has an uncanny ability to identify the exact source of past food poisoning. This enlightenment occurred when looking for bland comfort food within TGI Friday's menu. Upon reaching the noodle options we both went white and memories of that final meal of thin egg noodles in the Philippines came flooding back. Egg and stir fried noodles were off the menu for the foreseeable future. A bit of a bummer really in SE Asia!)

From the bit that we did see it became apparent that it was a city like any other with different districts, some separated by water. The key thing that struck us were the thousands of Indonesian woman sitting on the streets, roads and underpasses, in groups, surrounded by a fortress of flattened cardboard boxes, eating, playing cards, giving each other massages, painting their nails and generally having a good ol' chit-chat. This was mainly in the financial district (Exchange Square). We at first assumed a protest of some kind but when we questioned a shop assistant in the Chemist, who was scanning through our items of Imodium, painkillers and fluid replacement, we discovered that it was a national holiday and it is not uncommon for the working Indonesian women to gather on the street. That's right, downtown Hong Kong is a popular Indonesian holiday destination.

Public Holiday- Why not?

Public Holiday- Why not?

What about the parks - well we didn't find any real green space in fact even the botanical gardens was a concrete jungle with a zoo thrown in for good measure!

Who's the real monkey?

Who's the real monkey?

Ok, so that aside we were staying on the 5th floor of a 16 floor (condemned?) building where every floor is either an Indian restaurant or another pokey backpacker hostel. The ground floor was a market selling cheap electrical goods and suitcases. The outside drag was littered with very pushy Indian men selling suits, counterfeit watches and drugs. We had to use the fire escape stairwell to enter and exit as the lift was incredibly busy (therefore great bit of forced exercise) except for the fact the stairs were riddled with huge cockroaches! The building itself was held together by scaffolding which after my food poisoning recovery I realised was made of bamboo!

We enjoyed some good Cantonese food on our last night at which point Steve was on the mend too.

Goodbye loose bowel movements and onwards to Hanoi, Vietnam!!

Posted by Monkey-Man 19:27 Archived in Hong Kong Comments (1)

Philippines (Day 17 to 29)

Long distances, airport brothels, typhoons in paradise and many Manila love songs

The four day camel hike in search of sun, sea, sand and... (Sangria of course! - The Philippines has a mild Spanish influence). Our (long) journey started with a 16 hour sleeper train in China from Hangzhou to Shenzhen.

A comfortable but hot and sticky journey with a few hours sleep. Luckily only three of us in the four bed compartment. Additionally we received much respect from the other passengers for eating our instant noodles using chopsticks.

Arriving in Shenzhen we followed the rather haphazard signage from the train station to Hong Kong. One useful sign is surreptitiously spray-stenciled onto a wall outside the station (Hong Kong -> ) that directs you passed a couple of pet shops and numerous money changers until an escalator takes you to China immigration. We then walked ten paces and went through the Hong Kong border control and immigration. Our next goal, navigating to Hong Kong Airport for a flight that was departing 12 hours later and bound for Manila, Philippines. Food stop followed by a metro for 5 minutes, and a bus for 50 and we arrived at the airport for the longest most frustrating eight hours of our lives.

Hong Kong Airports' free Wifi is the slowest and most intermittent we have had since leaving the UK! (Groan). There are better ways to spend five hours of ones time than trying to book a connecting flight from Manila to Puerto Princesa, Palawan that we needed for the following morning. It took six attempts and only twice did we get to the payment screen! I guess Cebu Airlines' Web site is partly to blame – if the Web site is anything to go by then it is not surprising that it failed the very recent EU airline audit. (In fact all the mainland Philippine airlines failed this audit, which makes for some nerve induced in-flight squeaky-bum time. Ryanair – all is forgiven)

Ultimately we planned to fly to Puerto Princesa as soon as possible which meant that landing in Manila at 12.30am would leave us airport stranded till we could get the 11am flight to Puerto Princesa. So my bright idea was to book a room in the Manila Airport Hotel so that we could rest for 6 hours, eat and then get the flight at 11am! Wow big mistake, lets just say the Manila Airport Hotel is best described as a brothel! After 6 hours lying awake listening to a fake sex noises followed by a mediocre breakfast we left with haste and got the hotel jeepney to the Airport for the next chapter in our epic journey.

Landing in Puerto Princesa without a place to stay (result of Hong Kong's Wifi) it was like feeding ourselves to the Lions again (tri-cycle drivers desperate to drive us around to find a reservation).

Tri-cycle in Palawan

Tri-cycle in Palawan

Luckily we had done our homework and were armed with a list of promising places to rest our heads. This is how we found ourselves at Casa Linda's – a traditional Philippine abode with big rooms built with grass walls and bamboo and cold running water (brrrrrrr - brace yourself!).

Casa Linda's- the view from our room

Casa Linda's- the view from our room

Casa Linda's in Puerto Princesa- working on the beer belly

Casa Linda's in Puerto Princesa- working on the beer belly

We also had a visit from the largest and noisiest gheko i've ever seen!

Our in-mate at Casa Linda's

Our in-mate at Casa Linda's

Puerto Princesa is best described as a main street with shacks with side-streets coming off it lined with more shacks. This said they have sturdier shacks than we have houses in the UK as we discovered a few days later...

From here we booked a bus to our ultimate utopia; El Nido in Northern Palawan, a further six hours away! Hopefully where Monkey-Steve gets to stock-up on more bananas and Blondie-Jen will get a top-up on the sun bleaching, nice and cheap!

So here was the first taste of what came to be described as Philippino time. Bus to leave hostel between 6 and 6.30am, bus left at 7.15am! Breakfast apparently available at 5.30am, breakfast actually available after 6am! Ok so we are still running on London Time! Its cool! The bus journey, nice and bumpy, 30% on unsealed roads took us through the countryside of Palawan, very beautiful sights, bison pulling carts, makeshift basketball hoops in every town with plenty of children laughing and playing.

Lets recap. We left Hangzhou on the afternoon of the 22nd September by sleeper and we arrived in El Nido on the 25th September having slept only one full night in a hotel (If it's possible to get a good nights sleep in the Manilla airport sex hotel). But we had reached paradise! Well, paradise but no accommodation booked. On the bus we met a lovely couple from Holland. They had a booking already which happened to be one of the places that we had on our list of potentials so Steve and I decided to tag along with them and have a look. Chonas from the golden Monkey Cottages arrived on the back of a motorbike to collect Laura and Teun (introducing the lovely couple from Holland) and lead them by foot to the Cottages. The motorbike took their bags. So we joined them and the man on the motorbike, god bless him, he had two trips so as to get our bags (mine weighing in at exactly 20kgs!).

At the cottages we met Rose the lady that owns and runs the operation and her partner plus the two dogs, Brutus - a little, very cute and randy puppy and Betty - a much larger and older saint able to coolly ignore the randy advances from Brutus. Yes ironic I know however Brutus really did think he had the size and strength of a big dog.

So our room/cottage/hut was beautiful. Very big with cold running water and power from 6pm till 6am (if the power station was working!)

Our Cottage

Our Cottage

Overlooking the sea (warning: spoiler in caption)...

The view before the...ahum...typhoon (sorry, that was the spoiler)

The view before the...ahum...typhoon (sorry, that was the spoiler)

It had a hammock that could only make you smile!

And smile!

And smile!

The view from my hammock!

The view from my hammock!

The inmates were happy to oblige.

Monkeys at the Golden Monkey Cottages

Monkeys at the Golden Monkey Cottages

The locals

The locals

Kayaking in the sea to a very small sandy beach.

Kayaking

Kayaking

Kayaking on day 1

Kayaking on day 1

Oh my fav pic so far “check out the abs on Monkey-Steve” been working out since he left London!

Ooo errrr!

Ooo errrr!

Check the pecs and six-pack out!

Check the pecs and six-pack out!

Stunning sunsets

Sunset from our Cottage

Sunset from our Cottage

An evening drinking beer on the beach enjoying the sea, joking with the bar staff at the Seaslugs resto and meeting the local stray dogs that become attached to your every move. This is something that happened to everyone even if like us you refused to feed them. Steve and I actually named the one that followed us and sat by our table, we called him Shipwreck.

So where's the but you ask? Well the pictures above were all taken on the first day, a dry, slightly overcast but warm day. The following pictures are of the same view I promise!

The mountain going

The mountain going

No Mountain but we can still see the palm tree!

No Mountain but we can still see the palm tree!

What view?

What view?

Yes they are of the same view but during the typhoon that hit Manila directly, we got the tail of it in Northern Palawan! On the second day that the storm hit fully Laura and Teun decided to leave so as to make the most of their holiday by finding some sunshine, the forecast was looking like 3 more days of the storm. Steve and I decided that as we had a little more time, we could sit-out the storm and get the good weather we had traveled for so long and so far to find. We returned to our cottage under the direct instructions by Chonas to stay in our room - and so we did. The Golden Monkey were brilliant, they made us lunch and dinner on that day that was better than any of the food we could get in the El Nido village. I can still remember the taste the prawn curry now. Mmmmm.

El Nido Town

El Nido Town

El Nido Town

El Nido Town

El Nido rush hour!

El Nido rush hour!

So two days later, with us both starting to suffer cabin fever we venture out to the village for lunch, so between the rain and wind episodes we had a stretch of the legs, food and decided that it was safe enough to venture out for dinner that night. Good food having met up with another couple from our hotel, Alvaro and Paula, who introduced us to Yoomi and Roy, lead us to Ricsons to book our first island hopping tour, the weather was looking up.

Ricsons night out

Ricsons night out

Nice early start and beautiful weather, perfect for sunburn! In the morning we discovered that a Canadian couple that we had met (Rodney and Julie) were also on the same tour.

Monkey-Steve

Monkey-Steve

Me!

Me!

El Nido from the sea

El Nido from the sea

Island hopping

Island hopping

Big Lagoon entrance

Big Lagoon entrance

Big Lagoon

Big Lagoon

Big Lagoon entrance

Big Lagoon entrance

exit from Big Lagoon- us blocking the view!

exit from Big Lagoon- us blocking the view!

Lunch, done on the barbi, best fish and fruit ever

Lunch, done on the barbi, best fish and fruit ever

The view at lunchtime

The view at lunchtime

Cool rocky outcrops!

Cool rocky outcrops!

Big Lagoon entrance

Big Lagoon entrance

Small Lagoon entrance

Small Lagoon entrance

What could go wrong? Perfect weather, perfect group of people, perfect crew. Ah shame the boat was a car in a boats body! Known as Bancas the boats in El Nido are cars with the shell removed and a boat built around the engine and drivers seat! Half way to our first stop we broke down, so the deck was lifted, a rubber band tied around a pipe and off we went. Thrifty Filippino ingenuity!

The Car engine broke on the boat- nothing a rubber band and a prayer won't fix!

The Car engine broke on the boat- nothing a rubber band and a prayer won't fix!

After the typhoon the water was still beautiful but had an layer of unsettled silt, plastic bags and old toothbrushes. It reminded me a bit of Steve when he is woken up but not given enough time to wake up - in other words it was a bit groggy and unsettled after the typhoon. This meant snorkeling was good but lots of duck diving amongst the plastic bags and toothbrushes to get the best view o fthe coral and fish. After a beautiful day we had a number of beers with Rodney and Julie before heading to get changed for dinner. Now that the weather was good I actually looked forward to a cold shower!

Having done an island hoping tour we had to decide how long to stay in El Nido as we did have a deadline for a flight back to Hong Kong. We decided that one more day would be enough before we headed back to Puerto Princesa and that would give us time to see the Underground River. (The Underground River is allegedly the worlds longest underground river and is visited by droves of tourists, there to float past its many stalactites and stalagmites).

With one day left in paradise we booked a private tour with the local boatman to take us for a morning island hopping to some quiet beaches for good snorkeling, peace and quiet!

Private tour island hopping

Private tour island hopping

Private tour island hopping

Private tour island hopping

Helicopter Island- just us, the sea and the driftwood

Helicopter Island- just us, the sea and the driftwood

Helicopter Island

Helicopter Island

Paradise Island

Paradise Island

Paradise beach

Paradise beach

This would be the toughest place to move on from so far, in fact we nearly stayed an extra day when a reliable source told us the underground river was politically over-hyped. (At time of writing the Philippine government were trying to tout this as a major tourist attraction and furthermore get it promoted to the status of UNESCO 7th natural wonder of the world. They still believe and advertise it as the longest underground river in the World. (however, the word on the street is that there is a longer one in Central America) Besides, the government obviously have not discovered the marvelous treasures to behold in Wooky Hole! :D). However we became strong and faced the 6 hour bus back to Puerto Princesa the following morning. In fact we spent the following day updating the blog rather than another eight hours traveling to see the over-hyped stalagmites and stalactite formations that the underground river had on offer.

With the Philippines section of our trip coming to an end it was the most emotional time for us so far. It was very hard to leave. This is definitely a place to visit in the future and explore more of. The people are helpful, beautiful and always smiling

We traveled back to Manila for one night (avoiding the Airport hotel/brothel) and stayed in a hotel with a bar on the roof where Steve and I had the most bizarre evening ever. That is until we had a few beers and Steve got up and started to join in the Karaoke! (I have the video to prove it!)

A very early start the following morning, hungover, 3 hours sleep and a flight to catch back to Hong Kong, all this and a dose of food poisoning, Yipee! This was when we realised we were going to need a whole load more Imodium!

Posted by Monkey-Man 05:33 Archived in Philippines Comments (1)

China - Hangzhou (Day 13 to 15)

Lanterns, night markets and cheap eats

From the remote countryside to a pretty city 4 hours away by bus. We hit Hangzhou with a destination in mind, the Hefang youth hostel. Hangzhou is a beautiful town by a large lake where you are free to walk around and enjoy. Hangzhou looks like it was deliberately designed to look authentically Chinese rather than naturally being so (rather like the various China Town's in our western cities). That said it was still a beautiful and relaxed place - our favourite city in China so far.

(Apologies for the lack of photos in this entry. Our camera memory card went missing. Fortunately it was a fresh memory card and only the photos of Hangzhou were lost.)

Hangzhou view over the west lake

Hangzhou view over the west lake

A pretty bridge over the west lake like those seen on those familiar china plates!

A pretty bridge over the west lake like those seen on those familiar china plates!

We spent 3 nights here planning, chilling, eating from the cheapest hawker stalls in the most amazing night market. (Breakfast, lunch and dinner for 2 people would set us back only £5 per day)

Chinese lanterns line the streets

Chinese lanterns line the streets

Night food market. Cheap and cheerful!

Night food market. Cheap and cheerful!

A more epic journey planned - destination Palawan in the Philippines for a touch of Paradise. Trains, planes and jeepneys are the choice of transport to get there. A four day camel hike commences...

Posted by Monkey-Man 00:23 Archived in China Tagged hangzhou Comments (0)

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