We didn't like Panba so we decided to stay at Naxi Mama when we return to Lijiang from Shangrila. It's on the outskirts of the old town and we had problems finding it. We were walking up and down the street with our bags and out of nowhere, a middle-aged lanky man asked where we were going. We thought he's a tout and ignored him. The man kept asking and my donkey friend flared up and told him to go away. We went off down another alley and back again to the same street where the man was. I showed him the name card I was holding in my hand and he immediately said "I know where, follow me." It was his house. He was Naxi Baba, the owner of the guesthouse we were going to stay at.