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Another early start today, up at 5:30am to be picked up by Mr.Li, our taxi driver to the wall. A really friendly guy who spoke very little English, he kept telling us in Chinese that the wall was very high up and the toboggan coming down goes very fast by using hand gestures. He dropped us off at the start, bought all of our tickets for us and then went for a sleep in his car, telling us to come back 3 hours later. Bob had advised us to go first thing in the morning when it just opens ...
... br> linger.
Bidding farewell to our guide, we
caught up with our bus and headed out to a shopping facility called
the 'Silk market' by locals. While we'd previously haggled and bought
a few things in alleys, this was supposedly the real deal. And...holy
****, they weren't kididng. It's a massive flea-market like facility
lined with stalls, about five stories tall with a basement and
underground tunnels lined with even more stores. Every stand is ...
... to take with me to Thailand.
The morning after I got back from the Wall, I had a video chat with my girlfriend Jill, and told her how surprised I am that I haven’t seen more Westerners here. I’m staying in a touristy area, but almost all of the tourists here are from other parts of China. I’m not complaining, because it makes for a more authentic experience, but when you do meet a couple of ...
... coverings, paintings, hand-knit dresses, toys, electronic gadgets, trinkets, and fine jewelry.
A definitely must see and again shopping heaven!!!
We were then dropped off at the hotel and decided against the group planned activity, Matt, Adam, David and myself went out to a lovely Italian where we sat back, relaxed, had a fab meal with lots of beer while listening to a local band....
A fab day, an enjoyable evening and now its time for ...
... not. Further evidence I’m not Chinese to heart. Woe is me.
So I slept fitfully on and off, used a bathroom whose door was broken and ached took refuge by using the curtain as a tent/blanket. Let’s just say the night passed in a long way. It was with some excitement—subdued of course—that we arrived in Xian, another big foggy Chinese city. My heart kind of sank when I first saw the outskirts, as for some reason ...