Cliffs of old volcanic rock rise straight out of the forest at Yandang Mountain, and after dark its peaks turn into shapes that guides name one by one. Downtown, green hills frame the towers, and a short ferry crosses the river to Jiangxinyu and its twin pagodas.
Beyond the first sights, Wuma Street keeps its arcades and stalls frying dengzhan cakes shaped like oil lamps, while bamboo rafts drift past old villages on the Nanxi River. Winters are mild, plum rains soak May and June, and typhoons may visit from July to September. A Local Friend can pull up a stool for you at a family canteen you would never have spotted.



