Days 2 & 3

Dinner of bacon, local red and bamboo worm. Morning another train to Dali; carriage three between eleven, twelve: 云南. The city fades; the hills advance in echelons. The weather turns: the clouds cling to the peaks like sodden sheets. We're climbing high.


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