The Old Town Protection Fare is required if you are going to be in the Old Town. I wasn’t quite sure how to go about paying for this. I was eventually stopped and asked to show my receipt, which I did not have. So I paid it then.
Once upon a time, my mother bought me a pig change purse for good luck for an upcoming trip to Las Vegas. A year after she died, I lost the poor pig at a fest and was quite upset about it. Imagine my glee at finding the same exact one while lost in Lijiang:
The food and drink budget was spent largely on fresh squeezed fruit juices and yogurt drinks. Oh and one lunch at McDonalds. Sorry foodies!.
Unlike my gross overspending in Dali, the only real way this trip could have been cheaper would have been to book a cheaper hotel. But I was not going to do that when I had a chance to sleep in a round bed.
Oh and those stupid ATM fees. For some reason, I am being charged to check my balance every time I go to an ATM, in addition to the ATM fee. Yes, I am aware Charles Schwab exists and yet I am still using a bank. So this is my own fault.
The way this could have been more expensive would be if I hadn’t been sick from the altitude and had gone to Jade Dragon Snow Mountain like I had planned.
To leave Lijiang, I took a bus to Shangrila. When I got to the bus station, I was getting a lot of stares that I accept, but hate. Luckily there was a car crash outside the station so everyone turned away from me to look at that.
I was surprised at how nice and clean the bus station was. I decided to use the bathroom, which is on the second floor. This is China so that means up three flights of stairs, with luggage. Sigh. The bathroom was so gross and the opposite of everything the rest of the station was.