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on board the #2 bus to Caicun Port |
Once
we got comfortable moving around in Dali Old Town we decided to get
adventurous and attempt to take a local bus for a 15 minute ride to
Caicun Port town on Erhai Lake, a large body of water that dominates
the valley in this area. It took us a few minutes to find the bus
stop for the No. 2 bus. Lu [beautiful Jade] told us to go to North
Gate and look for the crowd waiting for the bus. Well, there were
lots of “crowds”, but which one was for the bus? We finally
spotted some people who seemed to waiting for a bus. Lu had given us
a note with the Chinese characters for Caicun, the town's name. First
we showed the note to an old woman who clearly couldn't read, period.
Just then, an old man rushed to our rescue, looked at the note and
pointed to the bus (with a #2 on it) that was approaching indicating
that we should get on it. (Many people were really friendly and
helpful when they realized that we were likes babes in the woods, or,
should I say, babes in China?)
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Caicun town marketplace |
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birds sounded like ... loons? |
We
boarded the bus and showed the note to the driver who more or less
absently nodded and pointed to a box in which to stuff the 3¥ fare
(about $.50). After about 15 minutes the bus stopped at the market and everyone got
off even though no lake was visible. Clearly we, too, had to get off the
bus, which we did. We showed a shopkeeper our map of the lake area and she
pointed to the east. We walked for about 5 minutes and soon the water
could be seen shimmering through the trees—then what obviously was
a boat pier and, of course, another small market place.
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trying to crack pecans . . . |
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. . . success |
Frankly,
it didn't look especially interesting. A boatman tried to sell us
tickets for a boat tour which, not being prepared to go anywhere on a
boat at this time, we declined. We decided to buy some assorted nuts
from a vendor and not being used to pricing yet, found the price a
bit steep at 90¥ (about $15). So, I shook my head and handed the
bag back to the merchant who looked very displeased. We weren't sure
if we had heard the price correctly—was it 9 or 90? So,
embarrassed, we showed her a 10¥ bill. She hissed and turned her
upper body away to indicate insult. Then, realizing that we didn't
know that we were supposed to bargain, she offered the nuts at 70¥,
which was probably about the price bargaining would have settled on.
We paid the 70, walked off and sat by lake cracking and eating a few
of the nuts.
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