Seven Star International Business Hotel
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The road to Changsha traversed some impressive country - lots of mountains, a few rivers and trees. We spent most of the day on relatively new freeways. There were few cars on the freeways however, so we could only assume that they were too expensive for the locals. Roadhouses along the way were also fairly new and clearly showed that the volume of traffic is expected to increase in the future. In one roadhouse, I've never seen so many toilets ...
... I wanted to do was travel more. I became a hermit for a couple days, turned my phone off, and stayed home alone watching movies. Eventually I started visiting with some of my friends. My friend Shawn and I bought some real mozzarella online - can’t buy real cheese in my city - and we made pizza in my toaster oven. It turned out pretty good for ‘Chinese’ pizza! My friend Zeng Bing called me one day and invited me to visit his hometown. I told you about ...
... said, it's still October holiday in China, and people love to climb stairstepped mountains. Yes, this was not to be a 'path up the mountain' trip where we see nobody else, and we knew it upon planning this jaunt. We took a bus from the station across from our hotel in Pingxiang (they go as soon as they fill up; that was one advantage of going on holiday since it only took a few moments before we left). The driver ...
... grass at the top. The driver of the bread loaf made his own lane and Charlie, Cutty, and others fell all upon each other.
Wugongshan is a mountain with many steps and much rubbish along those steps. Charlie and Cutty walked up the steps and passed many people. Many people said hello, as before, and Charlie said that there must be rules for returning those gratuitous hellos:
... like we had been getting ripped off atop Lushan), I looked around and realized there was no stove, no hotplate. I inquired of the worker where I might find it (perhaps a hotplate stowed in a cabinet) and she said you have to bring your own. Only in China.
Needing a map, we headed back out to the bus station area and came upon a stand with a VOLUNTEER sign in English above it. As we approached, it seemed to us that it had been abandoned, perhaps ...