Hiking Lugu Lake|Day 1 Lijiang-Lugu Lake

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Lijiang-Lugu Lake
Winding down the forest road with light vapor floating in the air, after a while, a mirror-like lake appeared in our sights. It does not seem to be as big as we imagined, maybe because of the weather, and it is not as translucent as we imagined. Instead, it is gray and looks particularly elegant in the clouds and mist. The green mountains by the lake are looming in the clouds and mist, and there are villages of various sizes along the winding lake shore.

Overlooking Lugu Lake
As the altitude continues to decrease, Lugu Lake is getting closer and closer to us.
Sanjia Village, this is the first village we passed by. The village is not big, but there are many various inns. The driver stopped the car outside Sanjia Village, let a few passengers who were staying here tonight get off the car, and then continued driving northwest along Provincial Highway 307.
Five minutes later, the bus finally arrived at our first destination, which is also the starting point of this hike. The Lugu Lakeside was the earliest developed village in Yunnan Province and is also the village with the best conditions - Dashui Village. The reason we chose this as our first place to stay.
We got off the car at the intersection at the head of the village. Although it wasn't raining, the sky was getting gloomier.
Twenty minutes later, with all our things, we arrived at the B&B we had booked in advance - Mo Nian Lugu Lake View Resort Hotel. The decoration of the B&B is very good, it is very quiet, and it is close enough to the lake (in fact, all the B&Bs and inns in Dashui Village are very close to the lake), and it is right outside the door. The only bad thing is that its location in Dashuishui Village is relatively remote, so we almost walked through the entire Dashui Village and walked directly from the beginning of the village to the end of the village. We booked a room with a mountain view and a lake view. Although the window is not particularly big, the view is indeed pretty good because it is on the third floor. Although part of the view is blocked by the pine trees in the courtyard, we can still see it directly. Most of Lugu Lake and the small island in the middle of the lake.

It was already past six o'clock in the afternoon. After a short rest, we were ready to go out to look for food. However, at this moment, black clouds rolled in and a heavy rain suddenly hit us.
After waiting on the sofa next to the front desk of the inn for a while, the rain subsided a little, but the sky was almost completely dark. Street lights were lit on the bluestone road facing the lake outside the inn, adding to the deserted and cold lakeside. Brought a little bit of warmth. After feeling our hungry bellies, we mustered up the courage and walked out holding umbrellas. After all, there is no bigger place than food in the world.
Holding an umbrella, we walked southeast along the bluestone road along the lakeside, carefully avoiding the puddles on the road that were still collecting water. But even though we were cautious enough, the shoes we wore were not very waterproof and we were still very wet. Especially Pikajun, who simply gave up avoiding the puddles and regarded his soaked shoes as I got rain boots to wear.

Because it was still raining, we didn't go far, but we walked in decisively after seeing the first small restaurant with lights on.

Lugu Lake in the rain
In order to save money, we did not choose the special stone pot fish here. Our dinner was a very ordinary egg fried rice and a piece of buckwheat cake (the locals call it Mosuo Baba, but I think it may not be the kind we ate. ).
After dinner, the rain seemed to gradually lighten up. Holding an umbrella, we continued walking along the bluestone road by the lake towards the village head. Along the way, we passed several uniquely decorated B&Bs, of course there were also some that we knew we couldn't afford to live in at a glance. Because we wanted to buy aloe vera gel for Pikajun, we walked through an alley from Lakeside to the back street, and bought a small but very expensive bottle of aloe vera gel at the daughter country drugstore we passed in the afternoon.
After buying the medicine, the rain that had been falling for a long time finally stopped, so we decided to go to the pier to have a look.
The rain-washed Daluoshui Village has a refreshing smell, and the moist but not cold air makes people feel extremely comfortable. At night, Daluoshui Village has more warmth than during the day with the flickering lights. Hotels, inns and shops on both sides of the street are arranged in an orderly manner, the roads are very clean and tidy, and the decoration of the storefronts is very modern. Because of the tourism industry, the entire village looks no different from the small towns outside, if not for the occasional Seeing the totems, we would never have thought that this was a Mosuo village. Maybe it was because it had just rained. Although the shops were not closed yet, there were not many people on the street at this time and it was very quiet.

A corner of Dashui Village after the rain
Turn left at the corner, and after walking another hundred meters we arrived at the pier. It was already eight or nine o'clock in the evening, and the pier seemed very quiet after the rain. There were not many people, only a stone beach, a pavilion, a white pagoda, a prayer wheel and a dozen wooden boats docked at the pier. The shadows of the trees swayed and the lights dimmed.
When we walked to the pier, we saw that the lake was quiet and rippled by the breeze. It felt slightly cool to the touch, but it didn't feel bitingly cold. A series of wooden boats docked quietly among the rows of wooden piles, gently swinging up and down with the current.

Because it had just rained, it was somewhat chilly at the pier, and we were not dressed very warmly, so we didn’t stop much and walked along the stone road along the lakeside to the inn.
The cool breeze is blowing on the willow trees by the lake. There are unlit street lamps beside the trees. There are blue wooden benches and red rocking chairs under the street lamps. The inns and shops on the lakeside are lit with incandescent lamps in twos and threes. There are small puddles on the stone road. Reflecting the shimmering stars. In the cafe, there are people reading alone, and there are also three or two people sitting around drinking coffee and chatting. Occasionally, the rooms in the inn have lights on, but most of them don't. I don't know if it is because of the tiredness of the day. The travelers who came to stay went to bed early, but there were still no guests. At this time, Dashuishui Village could not be said to be deserted, but it was definitely not lively either.
"Tick-tick-tick-tick, the hour hand keeps turning, tick-tick-tick, the light rain is splashing the water..." Along the stone road by the lake, we walked slowly back to the inn.
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