Fu Li on bikes

We had been to Fu Li on bikes when we were here before and wanted to show Cathy and Don, a "real Chinese village". We got bikes, Jim and August on a Tandem, Me with Evita in a wicker baby seat on the back. Our memory was that it was a lovely flat pastoral drive to the village.
Ha Ha!! I think that i must have a special ability to delete all negative memories from my mind. The ride was Hilly and we huffed and puffed up every grueling incline. Cathy and Don were total troopers. Look how happy they are.
When we got to Fu Li (which no one on the main drag could tell us if the place we were at was actually Fu Li) but we soldiered on. Through massive new Apartment building complexes that had been erected were lovely green fields existed before. We had a map though and it seemed that we must be in Fu Li. (before it was an almost medieval village full of farmers and naked babies.) Cycling towards the river the streets began to narrow and BOOOM, no more modern China, we were back. The tiny streets (no motor traffic) and cute old fashioned Chinese houses with courtyards and folks hanging out sitting on tiny chairs. It was great!