Dali

I realize I haven't written in here for two and a half weeks. It's hard to blog and travel, what with spotty internet access and always something to do. But I promised you better, so I'll fill it all in, soon enough. But right now I'm in Dali, an ubertouristy town of steep staircases to second storeys and old Bai women who mercilessly try to sell you weed. (We met one of them -- not telling how -- whose weed-seed-eating mother is a partner in her drug dealing operation.). Dali's in a valley between a lake full of odd delicacies and the Cang Shan mountains. It's raining hard now and we're getting on a bus to Lijiang. My scrambled eggs and ginger tea have been served, so I gotta go.