It never pays to mess with a woman's handbag

Excitedly, we get on our two rented, pink and blue tandems. Parents in the front, our boys at the back and behind them a little basket in which we stow a water bottle, a picnic and my handbag. Well strapped in and thief proof, of course.

Soon the path gets narrower and finally it ends in a mandarin orchard. From then on we have to push the bikes. On this terrain our tandems behave like stubborn donkeys. With a lot of effort we wheel and pull our vehicles over rough and smooth grounds, while our boys run ahead trying to find a path. Pale yellow butterflies dance to the first signs of spring.

Suddenly, two young, trendy villagers appear behind us. They help me lift my donkey over a pile of dirt. At the Yulong river, they turn left and we turn right.