We all spend time dreaming of how blissful our next trip will be. Sometimes it’s not…
We wanted to spend our first full day in Yangshuo cycling the countryside through rice paddies and karst peaks. We had read about other families interacting with local farmers and having fun getting lost and found in the back country.
Our cycle trip was the opposite.
To get to the trails, we needed to follow a road with a lot of traffic, including the odd tour bus. Now Claire is only eight and still getting experience under her belt when it comes to bicycles, so I felt queasy every time a large bus came winding around the corner a little too close to my precious baby.
A few minutes later, I found out Al’s bike had minimal brakes. And helmets are non-existent in China, so the entire vision of happy-biking-family was starting to fade fast.
When I could take the stress no more, we veered off onto a gravel path that we thought might take us through farmers’ fields. But the sun was rising higher and the bush was starting to crowd in around us, and we all quickly became fatigued and grumpy. As we turned around to head back to the road, Claire started weeping from exhaustion and fear of bugs.
Ah yes – only 60 minutes into our journey and we were back at the bed and breakfast. We went for some Western food and ice cream, and all was better after that. Maybe we’ll try again next time with a guide!