Xijiang Hotel Liuzhou
No.2 Donghuan Road, Yufeng District Liuzhou, Guangxi Zhuang, China
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Goodbye Guilin and more train tales.
... Train time.
We hitched a 70p taxi down to Guilin train station in the early afternoon, our bags were hanging out of the boot in typically Chinese fashion. All fun and games at all times! At the station we bumped into one of the girls that we had met on the train a few days earlier who was heading to Nanning…what are the chances!! Tried to have a conversation to explain how random it was but the language proved a bit of ...
Train to Guilin (actually to Liuzhou)
... suitcase. Then when we finally got to the "hotel", I wasn't very happy with it, but I didn't say anything. Its probably good that I didnt, it was the tourguide's sister's place. There were alot of flies, and since I've learned (the hard way) that I'm very allergic to mosquito-killing coils, I asked them to light one before we left to look at more scenery. Before we had gotten to the hotel I was hoping to ...
Sssssnake, Chinese Style
... look into a traditional snake feast! I have a feeling the one in Vietnam is a bit more elaborate but China's version was just fine for starters. So John and I arrived at the restaurant a bit suspicious and with no idea what to expect from this spectacle. A man in a corner who we quickly found out was the snake handler, stood up and held up a huge black bag. He reached inside and yanked out a 2 ft long black snake that was clearly not happy about his destiny. After displaying the ...
Last Day Traumas
... snake. This turned out to be part of the meal for the tour group. They milked it and served the blood and venom to those who wanted to it, then took it away to cook. I was offered the drink too, but was not tempted to try it. Before 8:30 p.m. we went back to the hotel to prepare for departure. Thomas took us to the bus station, where we waited while he collected three girls from somewhere else. Eventually Larry turned up. No sign of any tickets, but there were plenty ...
River Rats
... Dragon Bridge, where we were met by a young man on a white motor scooter. Dan and I both squeezed on the back of his scooter, and the three of us bumped along down an unpaved road to a dock layered with bamboo rafts. A sun-burnt boatman with a wide-brimmed hat situated us and our plastic bags full of beer and water on two deck chairs mounted to a flimsy-looking raft. Minutes later we were ...


