We pass through Wuyishan Scenic Area where the hills are full of strange rock formations and dramatic sandstone cliffs. This is tea country and home of oolong tea. Inevitably it seems, the local town is now a full-on tourist resort with ongoing construction all around. It's November, mid-week, and busy busy busy. Happily we find a little spot to camp in amongst tea and fruit tree plantations just out of town. Unhappily we don't notice the bramble on the ground in the dark and in the morning discover a lot of holes in the ground sheet. When I say a lot, I finally count 63 when I get round to repairing it. I can just imagine Gabor shaking his head at us and muttering "idiots" at our carelessness. The trouble is trying to find a good spot before it gets too dark to see what you are doing and before sundown there are plenty of people around working. After five o'clock there's a rush hour when the roads become busy with electric scooters and motorbikes as everyone heads home. Ah well.
|there's gold in them thar hills|
|dying for a cuppa|