|This one is Hu Jintao.....|
Ignoring the car park and ticket office, we first ventured along the flat valley bottom to the nearest village. Hu Jintao, no less, had paid a visit some years ago and was very impressed with the scenery. The restaurant where he dined displays a picture of him sitting in the courtyard surrounded by local dignitaries. I sat in the same place. He has fruit and companions, I am alone and the red outlines on the wall behind had faded, but otherwise, as you can see, you could hardly tell us apart. Drivers are normally phlegmatic seen-it-all-before types who rarely venture out of the car park, but Mr Wu not only walked with us, he became quite animated, took many photographs and even phoned his wife to tell her where he was.
|...and this one's me|
|A Taoist Monastery sits atop this Karst lump|
The road descended to the valley floor. Instead of returning to the start, we left the buggy and walked into the next valley, heading towards a Taoist temple atop one of the smaller Karst lumps. It was a pleasant downhill stroll in warm morning sunshine. An amazing range of butterflies fluttered alongside us, though none would pose long enough for a photograph.
|The start of a white-knuckle ride|
|We stood midstream on a swinging suspension bridge|
|Dylan greeted them like favourite aunts|
|Anyone for dog pump bowel?|
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|The Beiping River|
|The Huangguoshu Falls|