4/4/08-4/6/08: Is This What You Wanted? Yangshuo.
Over Qing Ming Jie (Tomb Sweeping Day), 14 of us made our way to T3 (PEK's much anticipated new terminal) and flew down to the quaint town of Yangshuo.
Our awesome friend, Ali, planned the entire getaway. She is, BY FAR, the most organized person I know. As a self-admitted Type A, her skills put me to shame (insert smart ass comment from Josh Jon).
The running joke is that when Ali moves back to the States the rest of us will not know where to eat, get facials, purchase wigs--much less get in touch with each other. Gabe, you are one lucky guy. Team Ali is skinny, tan and #1!
Upon arriving in Guilin, Ali had a bus to Yangshuo ready to go.
First sign that it is going to be a rough weekend for Derek--traveling with Gabe, Danny, Dan and Justin.
Second sign--it's 10:00 am and Derek is drinking beer on a bus.
Insert educational tidbit: Yangshuo lies in the northeast of Guangxi Province and to the southeast of Guilin City. The famous Li River traverses the county while thousands of hills dot the lush landscape.
Mr. Invisible: Let the hazing begin.
With this group, little sleep is allowed. Various instigators will hunt you down, drag you out of bed and dress you. Beware of flying vases.
Of course, Danny and Ben rallied.
Even after a rough night, we managed to go on a 4 hour muddy bike ride through neighboring villages.
Our sore (yet rock hard) butts were grateful to take a junk boat back into town.
We also had the lovely opportunity to take a "romantic" hot air balloon ride with April, Justin, Will and Cara. It was an amazing experience that can only be described as: loud, crammed, en fuego, BRACE, BRACE.
The outcome? We crash landed into an orange grove. Everyone survived unscathed (Cara, just barely) so now we can safely say it was a definite trip highlight.
Post-crash:
The other major highlight--driving motoches through town.
The motorbike did slide out from under us once, but Derek sacrificed his handsome cankle to save my life. That's what husbands do.
Another memorable group trip.
Our awesome friend, Ali, planned the entire getaway. She is, BY FAR, the most organized person I know. As a self-admitted Type A, her skills put me to shame (insert smart ass comment from Josh Jon).
The running joke is that when Ali moves back to the States the rest of us will not know where to eat, get facials, purchase wigs--much less get in touch with each other. Gabe, you are one lucky guy. Team Ali is skinny, tan and #1!
Upon arriving in Guilin, Ali had a bus to Yangshuo ready to go.
First sign that it is going to be a rough weekend for Derek--traveling with Gabe, Danny, Dan and Justin.
Second sign--it's 10:00 am and Derek is drinking beer on a bus.
Insert educational tidbit: Yangshuo lies in the northeast of Guangxi Province and to the southeast of Guilin City. The famous Li River traverses the county while thousands of hills dot the lush landscape.
Mr. Invisible: Let the hazing begin.
With this group, little sleep is allowed. Various instigators will hunt you down, drag you out of bed and dress you. Beware of flying vases.
Of course, Danny and Ben rallied.
Even after a rough night, we managed to go on a 4 hour muddy bike ride through neighboring villages.
Our sore (yet rock hard) butts were grateful to take a junk boat back into town.
We also had the lovely opportunity to take a "romantic" hot air balloon ride with April, Justin, Will and Cara. It was an amazing experience that can only be described as: loud, crammed, en fuego, BRACE, BRACE.
The outcome? We crash landed into an orange grove. Everyone survived unscathed (Cara, just barely) so now we can safely say it was a definite trip highlight.
Post-crash:
The other major highlight--driving motoches through town.
The motorbike did slide out from under us once, but Derek sacrificed his handsome cankle to save my life. That's what husbands do.
Another memorable group trip.
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