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I arrived in Lijiang after a tiring 12 hour bus ride from Kunming. The bus dropped me off in some anonymous bus station somewhere on the edge of town, and I headed towards the centre not quite knowing which direction was up and which down. I was headed for Dayan, the old part of town and the Inn of the First Bend, because it just sounded so wonderfully Chinese.

After half an hour I was completely lost, wandering seemingly in circles through narrow streets in gathering dusk, my backpack biting into my shoulders, hungry, thirsty, tired, frustrated. Then - a crystal clear stream gurgling its way down a shallow stone culvert, a row of inviting restaurants glowing red in the light of the lanterns, a little bridge, a cobbled street, the low murmour of conversation; I was in Dayan, and it was beautiful, and I sat down and took my boots off, and dabbled my feet in the cool water: a moment of serendipity, of the kind that come so seldom but last a lifetime in the memory.

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