City Garden Hotel Guilin

... please."<br>"Please give me your passport, a photo, 160 yuan, and please fill in this form."<br>pause...<br>"Ok, here is your receipt, please come back and collect your passport next week."<br>Was I hearing things?! Whoever that Kiwi girl was, she was getting it easy!<br>My next question, on the other hand, was "The computer says you have not registered at the local police station?"<br>"I didn't know that was required?"<br>"Yes, you must be registered ...

... here including some 'fried fish' which turned out to be the largest platter I've ever seen with several beautifully cooked and stuffed fish with loads of fried tofu and garlic which I had no chance of finishing. So far, I haven't tried snake soup, wild cat or bamboo rat but did see a rat caged last night in the market. <br><br>I keep reminding myself I need to stay healthy and am reluctantly taking anti-malarial tabs (as The ...

It was sweltering hot and humid in Guiln and walking across from the train station to the hostel was quite the effort so upon geting rid of the bags and checking in, it was time for a well deserved drink. <br>Following day it was off wandering about the city which is surrounded by giant limestone karsks... Basically big rocks towering all over the countryside. So Guilin was quite possibly the nicest looking chinese ...

... dat de orientatie onder de weg moeilijk is! Voor ons gevoel liepen we alsmaar rechtdoor, maar blijkbaar waren we op dezelfde stoep uitgestapt als waar we erin waren gegaan. Beetje jammer. En met een Chinese kaart kom je daar dus nooit meer achter. Uiteindelijk hebben we het paleis dat we zochten bereikt. In de tuin staat een enorme rots, echt wonderbaarlijk hoe alles daar gewoon omheen is gebouwd. Vanavond zijn we naar het Waterval hotel geweest. Daar was op de gevel vanavond ...

... they are fed by them. But they get to roam around the trees so its pretty cool (when they are not being forced to dress up and stand on a plith for photos that is). We then sw the Camel Hill which was literally a hill which looked like a camel. No back story or anything, how dissapointing. Anyway then we went back to hotel and grabbed our bags to head an hour away to Yangshou, which we just arrived in. But thats for another day. Until next time xx

... and I wound up getting bitten. This time, I wasn't so excited to see a monkey. We grabbed a couple of sticks and rocks for self-defence, took a couple pictures, and kept on heading towards the caves. The caves were good. they guide people through the caves, and our tour guide happened to speak some English. The cave itself was pretty cool. Our tour guide, however happened to point to a rock formation every 100m and tell is it looked like a fat rabbit, a lion, a tiger, a ...

... taied milk, although my daily bubble tea (sweetened flavored milk drink) habit worried me a bit until I found no cases yet have stemmed from liquid milk... Chinese word-of-the-blog &#29645;&#29664;&#22902;&#33590; pinyin= zh&#275;n zh&#363; n&#462;i chá; pronounced= jen jew nigh chah; Meaning= Bubble Tea (literally "pearl milk tea," a drink found all over China that has lots of different flavors and is quite addicting!)

... and down between the red tents of the night market along the main street, and we made several souvenir purchases (mainly souvenir Chinese seals for all of our family members!) We stopped for much needed ice creams, and tried to eat away at them faster than the heat could. On our second full day, we did what many people come to the city for, which was the Li River cruise down to Yangshuo. We were lucky and given VIP class seating in the only ...

... on June 6. I wasn't planning on watching since Shauna's video of it wasn't exciting, but then I figured I might as well just so that I could say I saw it. So Saturday morning I got up early as usual and hung out in the lobby for awhile. The day before, I had met a Korean girl on the bus to Guilin. She was also traveling alone and our itineraries for the next 2 weeks basically happened to be the same ...

... rubbing. For less than this price you can get from one end of Vietnam to the oth**. We are just going to the nearest town of Thanh Hoa. Aft** an hour or so of haggling, things result in a bit of a stand off. We find out in this process that the locals are paying six times less. With the negotiator running off to the only guesthouse aft** each off**, we realise we are victims of a racket; the village strongman owning the only bus and the only guesthouse, but trying to ...