I woke at 8 a.m. in Yangshuo to the surreal: a funeral procession down the main street led by non-stop firecrackers and a 12-piece marching band dressed in red top hats and gold epaulettes. I got too close to the firecrackers and now my right ear is ringing. Shortly thereafter, I did find the perfect cup of coffee at Café Ming Yuan, but even that was somewhat surreal, since the place looks like an English tea room with floral prints on the wall, antique coffee grinders on the shelves, Victorian-like chairs and light jazz playing (although not quite in full stereo due to my temporary hearing loss) (hopefully temporary).
Monday, December 22, 2008
Surreal Start
I woke at 8 a.m. in Yangshuo to the surreal: a funeral procession down the main street led by non-stop firecrackers and a 12-piece marching band dressed in red top hats and gold epaulettes. I got too close to the firecrackers and now my right ear is ringing. Shortly thereafter, I did find the perfect cup of coffee at Café Ming Yuan, but even that was somewhat surreal, since the place looks like an English tea room with floral prints on the wall, antique coffee grinders on the shelves, Victorian-like chairs and light jazz playing (although not quite in full stereo due to my temporary hearing loss) (hopefully temporary).
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