Home Inn (Kunming Qingnian Road)
- Room service
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Free parking
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... men performing some kind of choreographed dance that seems to continue uninterrupted for the duration of daylight hours or until someone dies. A sample of some of the other visual treats include: - tai chi, either solo or group, either with or without swords - back rubbing, either solo against a rock, or paired back-to-back - therapeutic yelling, sometimes melodious - saxophone playing, either performance or just scale practice. Beyond people-watching ...
... This makes you feel proud to be from a country that looks out for people who need some extra help. I realize that our safety net systems are abused and increasingly far away from perfect, but after talking to a guy like that, you appreciate at least the fact that we as a country had the fortitude to develop them. John and I speculate that because this guy has met adversity in a strain that the Chinese government doesn’t provide any antidote, it led him to ...
... and did not mingle with anyone. Almost everyone kept to themselves or their acquaintances. I did not see any travelers, most passengers were on their way home for Lunar New Year. The only person who kept me company throughout the day was Qiong via SMSes until she got off her train at Nanchang (南昌) and transited to another train for Ji'an (吉安). She would reach her hometown around 8 pm. The train I was on would reach Xiamen around 8.30 am the following ...
... cost about 15 pence each)
We arrived at some stinking hole, called a hostel, pure mayhem ensued with the rooms, 4 in 1 room, 5 in another, 4 downstairs, Polly just gave out keys, I didn’t have a clue where I was, so just sat and had a coffee, she meanwhile went off for a meal with Jamo
Thank god we are only here one night, we are on the move again tomorrow to another hostel, I hope it’s ...
... internet connection kept timing out and we failed the mission. We finally got out into the late morning spring sun, warming by now, and found the park next to the hostel. Here was China as I remembered: tables of elderly people absorbed in mah jong, clattering tiles gently as they swept them from side to side. The pagoda rose above them, and a small stretch of water shone in serene timelessness behind them. A man watched over a ...