Jian Dao Ping Inn Fenghuang

... I spied in the lanes. It wasn't just garlands for sale, though... there was barely room to move between the clustered stalls selling all manner of tourist junk from embroidered bags to cheap jewelery, name seals to local spirit. Then there were the costume photographers, with their baskets of local tribal costumes in which the Chinese were delighted to dress up in order to be photographed, so the whole ...

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... but we both decided we couldn't leave Fenghuang without attempting it. The sensible thing would be to cross it in daylight when the area tends to be less crowded. Even though we hadn't had anything to drink that evening our confidence was so high we thought it would be safe to cross in the dark. We knew that if disaster struck and one of us did fall in, the water wasn't that high and we would be able to get out safely. So ...

Nigel: The only reason why we came here was to transfer to our next destination. As it happended we had to stay the night as the next train was not until the next day. We had already booked a hotel and after the last experience with hotels we weren't expecting what we got. Were we surprised... for 22 pound we got king size bed, plasma screen tv and computer which was just a little part of what was in the room. The room was to an excellent ...

... in the world. But then a bus full of Chinese tourists pulled up, and they all piled out, looked at the view with mild interest, and then got back in again. I just don't see the point of doing that, I think you get a lot more out of it if you trek there by yourself.

From Zhangjiajie, went to Dehang, it's a beautiful village set in amazing scenery, inhabited by the Miao, an ethnic minority in China. The women wear beautifully embroidered ...

... I was in china, I was basically too afraid to travel at all, even with friends, and would NEVER have considered doing it alone. Now that I've made it to my first destination, I think the hardest part was figuring how to actually get to the town once the train dropped me off in a city called Jishou. I litterly walked in circles looking for the right bus station. Finally I got in a taxi and asked him to take me to the bus station and one we got there I was really confused because I didn ...

... sure where we were. So we got in a cab, and ended up paying a cab fare as much as half the price of the bus ticket. It was 3 am when we arived at Scott's home, a friend of huck's who is out of town let us use his place. The next day we headed out to what was supposed to be a quick lunch and manicures. It turned out to be a 6 hour strolling, browsing and navigating through seas of people in and out of giant malls. On our way home I suggested we go to McDonalds, surprisingly it taste ...

(Leon says) 28 hours train, 5 hours bus, then 4 hours trekking later, we've finally escaped the concrete jungle of Shanghai and arrived on Mount WuDang 1500 metes high and the birthplace of the Tai Qi Quan (Tai Chi) after a Taoist monk in the 14th century saw a heron fighting a snake (or ...

... able to get all of us tickets in a hard sleeper. Inexplicably, the train ride back to Changsha was well over three hours shorter than our original trip. I don't question things like this anymore; just chalk it up to some sort of strange Chinese logic. After a brief rest at Honey's house, Shelly and I departed by bus for Xiangtan, a neighboring city where she went to college. In a burst of stamina, I had decided to spend the rest of my vacation days seeing as much as possible, including ...