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Since leaving Beijing much of the terrain has been naturally terraced. Traditional houses in both Datong and here (assuming you are not a Wang) are cave houses. The front is stone or wood and the rest is dug into the face of a hill. They are warm in winter and cool in the summer. Looking down from the wall of the WFC we saw several and on the way home we p*********** villages of them.
In our travels today we never saw another westerner.
... Nearly all the shops and other businesses have traditional facades and most of the larger buildings open onto a courtyard at the back. Off the main streets in the narrow alleys one can see it is very much a living city, with piles of coal in the yards outside the houses, waiting to be stored away, lots of tiny shops and businesses and (mostly) quiet little dogs of what must be a local breed, sitting and sagely watching the world go by from doorsteps or trotting ...
... looked like a paradise for us, something close to an unexplored uninhabited island in Polynesia :)
Before we left our apartment we did a quick research on how to get from Beijing to Pingyao and the best way seemed to be by train. When we arrived at the Beijing West Railway Station it was obviously full of people, somehow we got used to these enormous crowds of Chinese people so we weren´t even surprised. We asked about Pingyao and one of the workers ...
... the long day of driving I feel asleep very quickly and I can't quite believe it has been less than a week in China. The pace has certainly upped since Mongolia but it is going great, the car is running smoothly, Ellen is great and Josie has rejoined. A very good week.
Car Repair Work
- Repaired exhaust, again.
- Replaced engine mount bolt that had fallen out in Mongolia.
- Got a replacement spare tyre.
... running through the complex. It's quaint but cold...and the walls and floors seem to be made if paper as no whisper goes unheard in the place. After several hours of napping, we wander the tiny streets and stalls. All the stuff they're selling is great and Sharon has to hold Alan back from wasting money on useless bric-a-brak. The air is quite smoggy and dirty that you can almost taste it after spending some time outdoors. This prompts heading inside for ...