End of the line in tourist city
Far too many of them, like us;
Sellers seeking to sell, in the ditty!
Biking before was far less fuss.
Looking for coffee and even wall-hangings,
Folks from all over you are bound to meet,
No soft touches, but firecracker bangings,
While everyone says their goods are a treat.
Brenda so tender and Richard the knife
All are as brilliant as only they can -
Frank deals so well with our trouble and strife
Day 10 Yanshuo - Li river bike and boat ride
The dusty road has come and gone
Replaced by sinuous tar,
Made the bike ride far more fun
Than travelling in a car.
And punts upon the river Li
A chinese hand upon the tiller
Ferrying us towards the sea
Music sounding by the roadside
Took us in to have a look.
A fiddler, while our time did bide,
Played a sweet melodic hook.
Day 11 Yangshuo bike ride and cormorant show
Last trip on the bikes, without Moon Hill
And ladies selling, selling water.
Of them we'd certainly had our fill
Preferred riding on bricks and mortar.
Rode through many stunning valleys
Flanked by limestone pillars
Didn't stop to dilly dally
Sped up and down the hilly killers.
Finally after dinner in the town
Said goodbye to Chein and Long
And the bikes we'd called our own
Should have given them a service gong.
Catching tiddlers in their beaks
Engaging punters in the park
Hoping the boat has no leaks.
Glenfiddich seconds and almost thirds
With raucous tales of derring-do
And Ozzie tips on handling birds
Or teasing those they knew how to.
Day 12 to Xi'an
Stan has gone to Shangri La
And Peter's off to Paris
We're in Xi'an, it's not too far
Frank for the food didn't tarry.
Day 13 Xi'an
Warriors all made from terra cotta,
Pagoda's wild goose chase,
269 steps, got hotter and hotter,
Umbrellas and flimsy lace.
Day 14 Xi'an
Up on the ramparts round Xi'an City
At first it rained and then it didn't
Cycling/touring - like Walter Mitty;
Hired bikes - change gear they wouldn't!
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