Its the land of karsts – more brilliant than anywhere I’ve seen. Think Halong Bay in Vietnam, rising out of lush green rice paddies instead of the ocean, biking to small villages hidden throughout the limestone mountains.
When it rains in Yangshuo, the clouds descend on the karsts, a dramatic meeting that has inspiring artists for many centuries to ink-brush the landscapes changing with the weather – onto Chinese scrolls.
We are all about the countryside – and have picked a remote village for our overnight in Yangshuo where the old peasant ways live on.
Terry, a local from Moon village- has recently invested all his money and energy for Yangshou’s architectural Heritage, turning the tumble down mudbricks of a two hundred year old village into a rusticly stylish countryside Inn – a project we wholeheartedly want to support.
The gold is in the old mudbricks of Yangshou.
Join our first weekend away on the 17th -19th July as we cycle the most stunning valleys to Terry’s and then onto the carnival town of Yangshou.