It was such a relief to escape from the big red truck and have a litle freedom. We flew from Lhasa to Guillin, and within 12hours we had a comfortable air conditioned hotel in Yangshuo. It was such a massive culture shock to be in a noisy, hot, sweaty touristy town again but we soon got used to it. I stayed for three weeks, and each day was much the same as the last - get up, buy food, go climbing. Didn't take many pictures as it was really hazy and humid most of the time.
The climbing is awesome, I think there are about 500 routes on the limestone karst towers, which are in general steep, juggy and very well bolted. There are some trad lines, but why would you want to?! Due to the heat it was unusual to get more than about 5 routes done per day. It was great climbing with Sebastian and Zamora, we seem to climb at about the same sort of level, ticking lots of 6b+ - 7a. We met up with Jean, who we had last seen living in a cave in Chattru in Northern India. I guess the traveling-climbing-bum world is a small one.
It was not much of a surpirse when we found out that Hot Rock had failed to obtain the permits for climbing in SiguniangShan, and so had enjoyed two weeks of driving only to catch us up in yangshuo. Error.
I got the night bus to Hong Kong, sat around for 12 hours (which was more than enough) and flew home. The End.
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