De Sheng Lou Hotel Pingyao

... some of it was really cool. I also figured it was the most varied transport-holiday I've ever had--we walked, biked, took taxis, buses, a train and two planes on this trip. Sure, you could point out that we didn't take helicopter, submarine, hovercraft, Segway, etc., but I think we did a pretty good job. The only other thing I can say is that Carolynn's Chinese put mine to shame (rightfully so, as she has been here much longer than I have); I have been inspired to study up. <br>

... walled city left in China, (the walls are 1.5 kms in diameter, 12m high and 5m wide and are approx 800 years old). The golf cart dude dropped us off a bit down the street from the hostel as the central part of town is fenced off to all traffic, so we had a bit of a walk. As the streets in the town are so narrow the best way to get around is by bike or taxi (golf buggy). Our hostel itself turned out to be warm and cosy - two conditions ...

... das Schlimmste sei jetzt ueberstanden, irrt. Im Zug ging jetzt das Hauen und Stechen um die besten Plaetze los. Viele haben naemlich nur ein Stehticket gebucht, was bedeutet, dass man einen freien Platz nehmen kann oder eben stehen muss. Und stehen mussten viele. Es gab wohl keinen freien Stehplatz mehr in unserem Waggon. Trotzdem haben die Essensverkaeuferinnen es irgendwie geschafft, durchzukommen und Essen zu verkaufen. Die Chai-Wallahs ...

... een concert gaan, maar er was niets. In plaats daarvan heb ik een heerlijke voetmassage genomen (speciale behandeling: 2 personen een half uur knedend aan mijn voeten en kuiten). Heerlijk! Vanavond zijn we met z'n 3-en gaan eten in een superleuke bar. Het grappigste van vandaag was wel dat we 2 Nederlandse meisjes tegen kwamen die we in Beijing in de hostel hebben leren kennen. (zij doen een groot deel van onze reis, maar dan alles een dag later). We hadden niets ...

... they charge twenty Yuan for a bottle of beer that should cost between five and eight. I was certainly not paying that for it and gave them the correct change for my dinner and eight Yuan for the beer and told them that the reason no one had entered their restaurant the entire evening was the fact that I was that I was stupid enough not to ask how much a five/eight Yuan bottle of beer was ...

... to the bus station for a ticket to my next destination. When I arrived at Pingyao several hostels were waiting in competition out front. I love it when accommodation choices are made easy for me. I simply asked 'how much' (get your mind out of the gutter!) and chose the cheapest for a room of my own with a bathroom. In the end I chose the Harmony Hostel as they were also ...

... people just pushed and cut with no regard for anyone else. It is as natural here as breathing. As rude and disrespectful as I feel it is, the difference is that in America they form lines and are orderly but when someone does push or cut then a fight ensues whereas here they do it and nobody blinks. So after waiting ...

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... last stop, and the train was supposed to arrive at 7 am, i was worried that i would sleep through it. i didn't need to worry though because the attendant for my car took my ticket as i boarded and give me a plastic card with my bunk number on it. just before the pingyao stop she came by to take back the card and give me my ticket (and to wake me up should it have been necessary...but i was already awake). before the train arrived i took a couple of minutes to scan through the ...

... allowed within the walls so a trike it was. While I was dealing with the "driver" Stephen was busy having his ear spat into by a local guy pushing a bike. All he could decipher from the constant spray was "DirtyPaperSonWetBat". It wasn't until he had spittle literally dripping from his hair and we were in the comfort of the "taxi" that he realised he was being offered a cheap hostel with ensuite facilities (Thirty per person with bath ...