Green Land Hotel
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... relationships - and for a very brief time in each conversation, I managed to create an illusion of being far more well versed in the local language than is true in reality. Unfortunately, this veil of mastery was quickly torn to shreds upon the conversation venturing into any other field, and I was forced to stare blankly and ultimately fish out from my bag of tricks the phrase that would perhaps become my most well-practiced during my time in China - ...
... and strike up some conversation with locals. We figured we would probably never try this yen tong thing again and it would be a good conversation starter, so why the hell not. Being in Kunming, finding a Yen Tong and Tabaco was easy. We got both together for 20 RMB. We grabbed some beers and headed to the square.
People were literally changing their path just so they could get a closer glimpse of the foreigners smoking. After only a few clouds created, ...
... only - which we missed the last time. Although it would be a deep regret for me to skip a trip round Erhai (洱海) and seeing a reflection of the moon in the lake at night, I still decided to forgo it. There seemed to be a pressure on me to end the trip fast and get back home. Am I feeling tired too? I definitely would not want to be in China during the Chinese Lunar New Year and their massive "spring migration" (春运) half a month earlier. A short ...
... the rat hole we are in now
No toilets on the same floor, no showers on the same floor, the place smells strange, the staff don’t give a toss, the food is expensive, so different from our last place
We have a choice tomommow, leave here early and go to the other place (which we cant get our rooms until 12 anyway) or hang about in this rat hole
I cant wait to get out of it
We have had ...
... rows of metal bunk beds stream down each lane. We’re all the way at the back, pressed against the rear-view window. After crawling into our beds and settling in, the low rumble of the bus growls to life as we inch away from the terminal. The ride is spent in fits of sleepless slumber and quiet contemplation, broken only by the silent salvation of a book or the jarring rush of adrenaline as an unseen pothole sends us flying into the air. ...