Finding the ‘Old’ in Old Dali: Part 1

This entry is part 1 of 2 in the series Finding the 'Old' in Dali

Dali, Yunnan, China.

I returned to the Lily Pad Hostel at the end of my first day in Old Dali in a state of mild confusion. Usually, upon arriving at a new destination, I would dump my bags in a room, grab my valuables, including my camera, and wander around the immediate area, directionless — not looking for anything per se, but just to get a feel for the place that I’ll be spending the next few days in. I do this typically after having done some preliminary research about the area.

On most occasions, I return back to my room when the sky is dark, excitedly contemplating the day’s experiences. On this particular occasion, however, I found myself bewildered and slightly frustrated. After a day of wandering, I had struggled to find the ‘Old’ in Old Dali. Continue reading


Finding the ‘Old’ in Old Dali: Part 2

This entry is part 2 of 2 in the series Finding the 'Old' in Dali

So, remember in my last article where I was heading towards the mountain when I heard that jazz music?

After a few seconds, I found the source of the music. Right by the dusty road was a line of buildings that looked relatively older than their neighbours. Outside the one closest to me was a small table selling beaded bracelets, Tibetan necklaces, and other trinkets you might find on your average hippie.

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