It was day two in Kunming, and the rain had eased up. I walked around the streets of the old town area, looking for somewhere to try one of the famous local dishes (过桥米线 – Cross the Bridge Noodles), and building up the courage to cross my own, internal bridge – making myself walk into a restaurant and order something in my extremely nervous Mandarin.

A bit of wandering and AMap'ing later, I found myself seated at the back of a restaurant, which was just as well – as soon as I'd ordered, my nose suddenly erupted with blood, and I spent about 15 minutes waiting for it to stop before I could eat.

The bowl was huge – I found myself cursing my aging body that just doesn't have the inner space for food that it once did, but it really hit the spot. Lovely rice noodles, flavourful broth, and a tiny amount of regret that I'd let the waitress talk me into ordering some “side dishes” that turned out not to be side-dish-sized. Oops.

Full, happy, and a bit short of blood, I wandered back out into the streets of the Land of Mushrooms, and walked until I was tired. Nothing makes me happier than the chance to wander a brand new (to me) city.

#travel #China #August #Kunming #昆明 #Yunnan #云南 #food #过桥米线

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