- Continental Breakfast
- Swimming pool
- Room service
- Free High-Speed Internet
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Day 1 - City Tour
Pingyao was a financial centre of China whose history dates back some 2,700 years. Today it is renowned for its well-preserved city walls and the ancient city attracts tourists in their thousands in the summer months. Many of the hotels are delicately constructed and decorated in a Ming and Qing style (whatever that means, but they do look old and they are very nice). It ...
... province was some of the tastiest I've tried in China. The signature dish is noodles made fresh in every restaurant, really delicious. Supposedly Shanxi is where Marco Polo came and nicked the idea for pasta from. Pingyao was pretty and quiet and a nice place to spend a few days but maybe better to go in spring or summer cos of the smog. ...
... 100 on the 20 minute walk from the station. They have their own local breed, a bit like a corgi. The people of Pingyao take the same approach to dog owning as the people of Britain did 40 or 50 years ago. The dogs roam free, eat whatever they can scavenge, **** wherever they like, fight and screw each other as they like. To be clear I'm not saying this is how the British people behaved 40 or 50 years ago, although, have you ever been to Newcastle? It's how ...
... words to that effect. Judging by his reaction, no matter how much we shaved, cut or plucked, this situation could only get hairier. Soon after, the one and only taxi driver revealed himself to us in the 'car park’, known to most as rubble. Immense whoops of glee ensued.
We were dropped off at The Bicycle Hostel, a quirky little place with light fixtures made from bicycle wheels. In my mums’ room, there was a large fresco of a cyclist, ...
... architecture students, and, very likely against my better judgment, I climbed the stairs.
Everything was covered in dust. The stairs were narrow and rather slippery, and my clothing got streaks of the stuff any time I brushed against the walls. I made it up two flights of stairs—the third or fourth floor of the pagoda, I believe—until the blackness was just too oppressive. I made my way back down the stairs ...