after moon hill, i hopped back on my scooter for another swing through the villages around yangshuo. i passed through some large and dramatic new development before i found the countryside. there, in the distance: a tire fire.
after some time i realized that it was getting late, i was by myself, and it was time to turn around. not before taking a few more shots.
the next day, my last in yangshuo, was a slow one. i finally managed to get a picture of one of these, well, chinese model t's. twenty year old tractor engine dangling off the front. i couldn't take a picture of the smoke, and noise, it makes when it's running.
before getting on the sleeper bus to return to hong kong, i took a stroll through yangshuo's main park at sundown. passed by a soviet-style monument to the workers of china, blocky and concrete. that's as communist as china ever got.
home sweet home. skyscapers and twelve lanes of traffic. what more could i ask for?