The Last Two Days and Nights of Sex in Yunnan (Part 1)

The night at the botanical garden was quiet and warm. Unlike the nights in hotels in Jinghong City, where the sounds of lovemaking echoed everywhere, the night at the Botanical Garden Hotel with the young woman only occasionally heard a few moans and the shaking of the bed. Perhaps the soundproofing was good, perhaps the guests weren't there specifically for sex, or perhaps they, like us, finished their encounters amidst the fragrant breeze of the botanical garden. Yes, anyone with a sense of romance and charm would never want to have sex in their room in such an environment. The shade of the trees and the grass in the botanical garden were perfect places for pleasurable unions.
The next morning, while we were still half asleep, the phone rang incessantly. Reluctantly,
I picked up the receiver. "Hi!" I greeted listlessly.
"Hello! Excuse me, it's 6:30 in the morning. Your tour group has requested a wake-up call. Please get up," a sweet voice came from the other end of the line.
Look, there are so many uncomfortable aspects to group tours. And now, military training is about to start again. Let it begin, it'll only last two days at most; but it also saves a lot of trouble—no need to find transportation, hotels, restaurants, or plan the sightseeing yourself.
I hung up the phone, grabbed the young woman's two large breasts, and squeezed them. "Sister, it's 6:30, time to get up."
"Hmph!" The young woman snorted, still wanting to stay in bed. "I haven't slept enough yet," she muttered.
"Hehe, lazy cat sister, were you having another wet dream? Don't want to get up?" My hand slid down her stomach to her genitals, my fingertips flicking between her labia before slipping inside, circling a couple of times. It was still slippery inside, but not much anymore; I'd washed it clean before bed last night.
"Sister, your pussy is clean now, get up, wash up, we need to go down for breakfast at 7. Actually, we've both slept enough, we just don't want to get up." I pulled my fingers out, urging her to get up. To be honest, I didn't want to get up either. The past ten days had been hectic – traveling, making love, it was exhausting. Of course I was physically and mentally drained. Right now, it was just the desire for travel and sexual stimulation that kept us going.
The young woman stretched a few times on the bed. "Little brother, help me up!" she said sweetly.
"Okay, okay, baby, come on, get up, get up!" I said, trying to soothe her like a child. I supported her smooth back with one hand and pressed her soft breasts with the other, helping her sit up. The beauty, just awakened, was even more endearing. I gave her a few sweet kisses.
We went to the bathroom to use the facilities and wash up. We made sure we were clean; at tourist attractions, we might have sex at any time, so being clean was essential.
After washing up and getting dressed, we went downstairs. Guide Yang was already waiting at the restaurant entrance on the first floor. "Good morning, both of you. Breakfast is a buffet, please sit wherever you like. After breakfast, take all your belongings, give me your room key, and wait at the door for departure."
"Good morning, Guide Yang. Where are we going this morning? When will I get paid?" I asked. "We're going to Rainforest Valley this
morning. The payment isn't urgent; you can pay me at noon or in the evening," Guide Yang told me. "We're going to Rainforest Valley again
? Isn't there rainforest in the botanical garden?" I felt it was a bit redundant.
"The botanical garden mainly displays artificially planted specimens. Nobody really goes deep into the rainforest here. Rainforest Valley is where you truly enter the rainforest," Guide Yang explained.
"Oh, I see, I see. This time we're going deep into the rainforest to experience it, right?" I asked.
"Yes, that's it," Guide Yang replied. She also instructed, "Women shouldn't wear skirts, and men shouldn't wear shorts; just wear trousers. Also, don't wear sandals or high heels. After breakfast, take all your belongings and come downstairs." This tour guide is really thoughtful.
I truly wanted to immerse myself in the rainforest; my goal wasn't just to see tropical plants, but to walk into a forest composed entirely of pristine tropical vegetation—that would be truly exhilarating.
The botanical garden hotel's buffet breakfast offered a fairly diverse selection: meat, eggs, vegetables, pickles, steamed buns, dumplings, biscuits, porridge, noodles—a typical home-style meal, practically everything you could want. While not a grand feast, it was the most comprehensive meal we'd had since we started our trip; we couldn't afford to buy a dozen different dishes ourselves. I liked this style of dining—not necessarily fancy food, but everyone could eat what they liked without fighting, and the nutrition was well-balanced, clean, and hygienic. The young woman and I ate quite a few eggs and beef, which were excellent for recharging.
After breakfast, I changed into dress pants, while the young woman wore her jeans again. These jeans accentuated her legs, buttocks, and pubic area, making them look incredibly shapely and attracting attention wherever she went.
After going downstairs, Director Yang collected our room keys and told us which bus was our group's. Once on the bus and seated, the rest of the group gradually arrived. Listening to their conversation, I learned that this group was attending a sales seminar—basically, they'd been tricked by some wealthy patron into paying a conference fee and getting a paid trip. No wonder the men and women on the bus were so different; the women were heavily made up and dressed strangely and ostentatiously, while the men were talkative, confident, and seemed to know everyone perfectly well—these are the qualities of a salesperson.
One guy asked me, "Hey bro, where are you two from?"
"I'm from X city in Northeast China," I replied politely.
The guy respectfully handed me a business card with both hands. "I'm from the Grain Trading Company in B City, Hubei Province. We're famous for our rice, it's delicious! Does it sell well where you are? We could do some joint business." He spoke with a heavy Hubei accent, and immediately started talking about business with me. I knew absolutely nothing about this.
This guy, supposedly in the grain business, didn't even know that the rice from the Heilongjiang, Songhua, Nenjiang, and Liaohe rivers in Northeast China is nationally renowned. It's harvested only once a year, and it tastes incredibly fragrant, so much better than the hard-to-cook rice from the south. And he actually dared to go to Northeast China to sell rice! "Oh, okay, I'll check the market and prices when I get back. I'll contact you if there's an opportunity," I replied casually. With these kinds of people, if you take them too seriously, they'll become very persistent.
Director Yang boarded the bus and counted everyone. Everyone was there. It was only 7:50, so we set off early. In the thin morning mist, our bus bid farewell to the botanical garden. Here, besides the pleasure of sex and seeing some tropical plants I'd never seen before, it didn't leave a deep impression on me. Mainly because there were too many artificial elements, making it seem contrived and lacking in natural authenticity.
That's just how tourist attractions in China are—a bunch of nonsensical associations, nonsensical names, and all sorts of nonsensical nonsense. There's a broken rock, and it's labeled "Old Man Gathering Herbs," "Beautiful Woman Waiting for Her Husband," "Divine Turtle Exploring the Sea," or "Monkey Trying to Catch the Moon"—a vain nation with an empty culture.
The car had already left Menglun Town and reached the highway. I didn't remember much; it seemed like the same road we'd come from.
"Director Yang, is this the road back to Jinghong?" I asked. "Yes, good memory," Director Yang affirmed, adding a touch of praise.
Tour guides are most afraid of boredom and awkward silences on the road, so Director Yang seized the opportunity to lighten the mood. "Who wants to sing a song for everyone first? I'll tell you a joke, okay?" She really knew how to get things going.
"Okay!"
"Great!"
"I'll go!" "
Director Yang, I'll go!" Everyone, regardless of gender, eagerly volunteered to sing. Salespeople are so lively and generous, unlike some groups that struggle to find even one singer.
"Everyone, stop arguing. Ladies first. Let that pretty lady go first, okay?" Director Yang pointed to a woman in her early twenties. "Alright! The beauty goes first, the beauty goes first." Everyone agreed.
The beautiful woman with flowing hair walked confidently to the front of the car, took the microphone from Director Yang, and belted out "I'll Love You Till I Die." Her singing was very soulful, though her skill was questionable; she enjoyed herself, and everyone else seemed to like it—that was the joy of group travel. After
she finished, everyone started teasing Director Yang, insisting he tell a joke. Director Yang pretended to decline for a moment, then began. "Tell me, there was an old man surnamed Jiao and his wife who came to town and couldn't get back that night, so they needed a place to stay. They finally found a hotel, but all the rooms were full except for a double room. When checking them in, the clerk saw they were a couple and asked the old man for a marriage certificate." The old man said, "We got married sixty years ago, and back then you didn't need a marriage certificate, so we don't have one." Seeing that the old man genuinely didn't have a marriage certificate, the clerk said, "No marriage certificate is fine, but you can't share a room!" The old man was confused. "Young man, you already have one room; how can we share a room if we don't share?" Seeing the old man's lack of understanding, the clerk further explained, "The double room..." "Grandpa, what I mean by 'no roommates' is 'no bedmates,' understand?" The old man still didn't understand. "Child, there's only one bed in this room. If you don't let us share a bed, are we supposed to sleep on the floor?" Seeing that the old man still didn't understand, the waitress simply stated it clearly, "Grandpa, why don't you understand? What I mean is no sexual intercourse (surname Jiao)! Got it?" Upon hearing this, the old man got angry. "You're too domineering, girl! I've been surnamed Jiao my whole life. If you don't let me have Jiao (sexual intercourse), what am I supposed to be surnamed?" Seeing that the waitress had already explained it so clearly, and the old man still didn't understand, she could only say, "Alright, alright, grandpa, do whatever you want."
"Haha! Hahaha…!" After Director Yang finished speaking, everyone laughed so hard
they almost fell over. Let's keep it short. Director Yang, this cheerful and generous young lady, kept the atmosphere lively and cheerful all the way. Before we knew it, our car had arrived at Rainforest Valley.
After everyone got off the bus, our guide, Ms. Yang, bought the tickets, and then we entered the Rainforest Valley gate one by one. Ms. Yang said she would accompany us through the entire Rainforest Valley, and if we didn't see any folk performances, it would only take one and a half to two hours. She said we could follow her or walk on our own. We would enter the Rainforest Valley from the left, go to the skywalk, cross the sky bridge, and then walk back to the gate from the right. That was the route.
Some people walked on their own, but the young woman and I decided to walk with Ms. Yang for a while first to see what it was like before deciding what to do next.
Ms. Yang first led us to a small flower bed not far from the Rainforest Valley gate. It was called a flower bed, but there were only a few flowers, all of which had withered. The bed was overgrown with weeds, and there were a few round, yellowish-brown stones in the weeds. The scenic area was so poorly managed; the flower bed at the entrance was so dilapidated—what was there to see?
"You can take a couple of photos here as a souvenir," Ms. Yang told us. "Huh? What's so interesting about this?" we asked, puzzled.
"See those rocks in the pool? They're not rocks, they're plants, called xx," Director Yang explained. The name of this plant is quite difficult to pronounce, and after so long, I honestly can't remember it.
After taking pictures of those rocks and plants, everyone continued following Director Yang, passing places where people were getting their faces painted and tattoos done, but no one paid any attention.
In front of a tree that looked like a coconut palm, Director Yang stopped and said, "This is a plant from the same era as dinosaurs, called *Sorghum spp.*, a living fossil of the plant kingdom. You can take pictures."
The Jurassic period is over 200 million years ago. The Jurassic period was an era of abundant reptiles and the emergence of mammals, and in the plant kingdom, gymnosperms flourished and angiosperms appeared. The representative of the animal kingdom is the dinosaur, whose cause of extinction remains unknown. *Sorghum spp.* was the plant that dinosaurs loved to eat. The *Sorghum spp.* tree
in front of us didn't have a particularly thick or long trunk, but its canopy spread out in an umbrella shape, like a huge canopy, appearing elegant and magnificent. Although it itself did not live through the age of dinosaurs, its ancestors once danced side by side with them. With such noble lineage, this seemingly unremarkable Thoreau plant is enough to claim a place among the elite in the plant kingdom today.
A remarkable Thoreau plant, it has witnessed the dramatic changes in the modern history of our planet, defying the rise and fall, the triumphs and struggles of insignificant humankind.

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