- Continental Breakfast
- Swimming pool
- Room service
- Free High-Speed Internet
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... red lanterns hanging from tiled, overhanging roofs; and elaborate house fronts. Today it is a basically a small tourist town, filled with restaurants and shops selling all sorts of souvenirs. Our hotel wass located just off one of the main streets, it had a beautiful courtyard round which the bedrooms were located. It was really pretty as was most of Pingyao. After a few hours of good sleep (much better then on the train) we headed out in search of food. We soon found ...
... act to avoid stripping my skin. But, at least it was hot. Pingyao is lovely. It is an old city inside a 4km long wall. It is a shopping tat dream, interspersed with food stalls selling tempting looking food and snacks, museums and temples. Pingyao was the banking capital of China and it claims to be where the first cheques were used. ...
... 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 ...