Peanuts, pasta, spices, and sun before we leave Lijiang
Synchornized bi-bim-bopping at a second-story cafe
I don't know what I'm eating. I don't know how I'm eating it. But boy do I look silly with that backpack on front.
Ooh and awe at the courtyard of our traditional Naxi minority accomodations
If the plane gets over the mountain, you're okay.