walking on

I missed to go to Dali at the first time. I had no idea why I planned to go there afterwards, it was probably to enjoy the serene there and to slow me down.
I eventually got the chance to go to Dali.
I was told that there were few visitors during the time. It wasnt like this. But it had not stopped me to enjoy peace.
Riding bicycle, having steamed buns as breakfast, curry as dinner and cheese cakes as desert, sitting on the bank of Ehai Lake, exploring the guesthouse like maze, drinking some Myanmar milk tea, watching people passing by, twisting along the small lanes, scary of dogs bursting out, holding my mafia's hands, searching for blue but real beads, sun-bathing of our feet on the mountain, Cangshan, face and arms of the mafia turning to be pink but mine becoming black, technically tanned, and any surprise, this is min Dali.

P.S: Swedish and Chinese, but in English.