There was hardly any evidence of heavy machinery in use on any part of the road. Four years later, on another visit to the Li River, I was in a minibus traveling on the same road, and it was as smooth a ride, as on any of the roads of the Western countries. The track leading from the coach park to the Li River boats was lined by open stalls with a dazzling selection of goods, many of which would have been made by local farmers during the winter months. We cautiously boarded our Li River boat up narrow gang planks, then watched coolies, their shoulder poles sagging with their loaded panniers, confidently stride up gang planks of other boats. Having left its moorings, the boat started its journey, joining a convoy ahead.
Water Buffalo Graze On Li River Banks
At each bend we were presented with spectacular Li River scenery. Many of the peaks had a legend associated with them, and some rock faces were said to represent figure heads, but I confess that the images were not apparent to me. On the Li River banks, clumps of tall bamboo, in shades of green, were a fitting backdrop to young buffalo grazing on areas nearer the river. Where banks had collapsed, people bathed.