The Yulong river is a mini me of the Lijiang. It exudes a similar sense of peace and serenity as the Lijiang, but the traffic of Bamboo Rafts gives it a more authentic Chinese feel.
Cormorant Fishing is very traditional in China and a main source of employment in this area. We got to see a demonstration of it, which at first seemed quite clever, but by the end of it seemed quite cruel.
Taking advantage of their predatory prowess to capture fish, the Cormorants had the base of their throats snared. Apparently it was only tight enough to prevent them from eating big prey, but it still seemed a little inhumane.
Prior to coming to Guilin, one of Teachers' friends had told us about some of the activities that they had done in YangShuo. One of them was jumping off an old bridge that crossed the Yulong River.
We were told that it was quite high and to make sure we covered our 'holes' before jumping in. However we got a little put off when we found out that people had been paralysed by doing this in the past.
A ride on a Bamboo Boat meant that we could sit back and enjoy the scenery around us. Half way through the journey we came across a mini weir.
My initial thought was that the crossing would only generate a small splash, only to realise too late that it was actually quite a big drop in the raft.
Then if that wasn't surprise enough, I look up to realise that our entire soaking had been photographed. Teacher bought me a picture as a keepsake. It is sadly a little bit grainy but I think the look of surprise is still evident on my face.
Taking advantage of their predatory prowess to capture fish, the Cormorants had the base of their throats snared. Apparently it was only tight enough to prevent them from eating big prey, but it still seemed a little inhumane.
Prior to coming to Guilin, one of Teachers' friends had told us about some of the activities that they had done in YangShuo. One of them was jumping off an old bridge that crossed the Yulong River.
We were told that it was quite high and to make sure we covered our 'holes' before jumping in. However we got a little put off when we found out that people had been paralysed by doing this in the past.
A ride on a Bamboo Boat meant that we could sit back and enjoy the scenery around us. Half way through the journey we came across a mini weir.
My initial thought was that the crossing would only generate a small splash, only to realise too late that it was actually quite a big drop in the raft.
Then if that wasn't surprise enough, I look up to realise that our entire soaking had been photographed. Teacher bought me a picture as a keepsake. It is sadly a little bit grainy but I think the look of surprise is still evident on my face.
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