there it is. the infamous moon hill, so named for the half moon worn out of the hill. after i parked my scooter, i was approached by a small, old chinese woman who spoke, maybe ten words of english.
she walked up the whole hill with me, right by my side.
after ten minutes, i started climbing as fast as i could, to see if i could shake her. i was afraid she might charge me 1000 yuan for a "tour" of the hill, or some other horrible scam. at the end, though, she only wanted to sell me a bottle of water. for about a buck fifty american.
those chinese. anything for a buck.
the view halfway up.
and from the other side of the hill. the village in the distance is, in fact, yangshuo.
the peak! limestone, jutting.
and the hazy-polluted view from the summit of rice paddies below. i bumped into a few other backpackers, including one from the bar the previous night, going on and on about how "somebody nicked my trainers!"