Set off
This time, we set off from Guangzhou, one of the most prosperous cities in China, to Guilin, a paradise on earth. Escape the hustle and bustle of the city to explore a new journey.
On the night before we left, we sorted out the gear we needed at Fogy Garage studio. There were only two of us on this trip without any supported car, so we packed all our gear into two large customized luggage bags of Fogy Garage, making it look like we were moving house.
Guilin city is about 600 kilometers away from Guangzhou city. We set out at 8 o 'clock in the morning, while the weather was not as good as expected. It began to rain soon after we set out. The summer in southern China is quite humid and sultry, making it a challenge for people to ride Scrambler Desert Sled and 1200XC, which would generate huge heat.
After a 12-hour journey, we finally arrived in Guilin at night and found a place to stay. On the very next day, we officially began our exploration.
Peculiar mountain and unique scenery
There is an old Chinese saying that the landscape of Guilin is the best in the world. You will definitely be impressed by its magical scenery once you come to Guilin. This peculiar terrain is called karst landform, in which every sight is like a scene out of a movie.
Why did Scrambler become the favorite of Fogy Garage? It is because the mountain road in Guilin is perfectly suitable for these kinds of motorcycles to run. Speeding along the bumpy mountain road, Scramblers could enjoy their inherent nature and freedom. That's right, our Fogy Garage was born on this land. Our rider, Adi, joined us in the afternoon. You must have been as curious as I am about the tops of these peculiar mountains. No problem, let's head for the mountaintop now! (Of course, our motorcycles cannot climb the hill).
Camping
The continuous rain made these bumpy roads even more slippery. As expected, 1200XC slipped. Fortunately, the huge luggage bag of Fogy Garage jacked up the motorcycle frame so that no one got hurt.
The scenery at the mountain top was terrific. My mood at that moment was that I was willing to be a Guilin native rather than an immortal. I have climbed the magnificent Mountain Tai, visited Xiangshan, which has flamy red leaves. Still, I have never seen mountains like those in the Guilin area. Guilin's mountains are extraordinary, rising straight from the ground one after another separately, like an old man, a giant elephant, a camel, rows of perilous peaks exhibiting a variety of shapes. Guilin's mountains are splendid, like green screens and newborn bamboo shoots, beautifully colored with their reflection in the water. Guilin's mountains are steep, dangerous peaks stand upright, jagged rocks of grotesque shapes are all over the place, as if they may fall down at any moment.
We rapidly pitched the tents. That's right, we packed a big tent in our luggage bag.
Everything seemed to be going on wheels until our plan of making fire for cooking fell through because of the sudden downpour. The weather in Guilin is changeable in summer. The rain lasted from afternoon to midnight; our gears, including the luggage, were exposed to the rain because of the space limit. Fortunately, our customized bags were covered with wax cloth and Dupont waterproof linings; the clothes and camera inside remained dry and undamaged.
After hastily packing up our belongings, we headed back down the mountain. Yet, it's just the beginning of our exploration. Looking forward to our next meet.