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