Jiangmen Diyuan Villa Resort Taishan

Wutaishan was one of our greatest disasters to date.Hee and there's been a few. I booked a hostel which gave directions to Wutaishan bus station but was in fact in Nanning- a whole other provence. Oops.<br>Pretty place, once we'd finally checked into somewhere in our price range. It was the coldest place I've ever been. The water in the river had frozen solid! We had pot noodles in bed and tried some rice wine, (evil smelling stuff) and quickly got on a bus out of there! <br>Love Lucy xxx<br>

... diky jazykove bariere prilis nepopovidali, zato jsme si je vyfotili. Ke konci jsme premysleli, kolik dat soferovi za cestu. Nakonec se ukazalo, ze cesta neni zadarmo tak jako tak, a vzdy stoji nekolik (mnoho) pohledu do vystrihu a nakonec si ridic stejne rekne kolik chce (tentokrate Y20).<br><br><br><br>Ridic nas vysadil v bezejmene vesnici (2000 m.n.m.). Mistni vesnicane, kteri zrejme nikdy nespatrili belocha, se vsichni schromazdili na navsi ...

... nam Jenda sdeluje, ze objeli vsechna mista ve vesnici a bylo nemozne cokoliv sehnat.<br>Proto byla jedina posledni moznost spat v Hodinovem hotelu!!<br>Na recepci uz postavaly do elastickych oblecku navlecene cinanky, ktere cekaly, ze si jenda privede dalsi dva kamarady. Tak byli asi trochu zklamane, kdyz z auta vystoupili dve holky. <br>Po chodbach nam chodili podivne existence a pokoje nesli zavirat ...

... a etage pour les cultiver. Vraiment beau. Le truc moins le fun de ce voyge de bus, c'est que les chinois ne se genent pas pour fumer en milieu clos, incluant bus, taxi, resto, hotel. Et bordel qu'il y a beaucoup de chinois fumeurs, ils fument tous.<br><br>Et etrangement, ils ne tolerent pas leur propre moyens de transport. Depuis Datong, on a vu au moins 4 chinois etre malade dans le bus, c'est un peu repugnant. C'est peut-etre la cigarette + charbon + leur facon de conduire un en ...

... and get serious about religion.<br> <br>4 temples later, a horse ride and Alex climbing the money temple stairs, tiger skins, cat and fox fur on offer in the market, some terrible food and the most beautiful, friendly Monk who invited us to listen to him playing his flute we had had a magicaly experience in WuTaiShan and were seriously comtemplating giving Buddhism a whirl we were ready to leave...<br>

We visited Taishan, off any tourist map, to try to find the village of Bo's ancestors. The village used to exist somewhere in the area now occupied by this medium-sized Chinese city. Yen Shen Shui, an employee at our empty hotel, was kind enough to help us in our search. At home, you might go to the library to seek out historical records of local residents. Not in China. In China, you go to those who have ...

... The houses were tiny! The first building as you drive into the village is the old school, where dad learned to read and write. Some of the houses have been newly refurbished with running water and electricity, however our house had not been occupied since Gran and my aunt had moved out to Hong Kong in the 60's. It is run down, with missing bricks (possibly used by others to patch up their houses) and some of the roof tiles had ...

... fairground atmosphere that seems to surround anything that might be of possible interest to anyone in China (people selling brightly coloured junk for extortionate prices, tour guides, 'english students' that sort of thing), though that might just be because it was so damn cold. Whatever the reason was, I welcomed it. It wasn't the town I came to visit, though. It's been a good few months since I've had the opportunity to get out into the country, and ...

... we went for dinner - the girl we were with was shouting instructions at the poor waitress, no time for pleasantries in this country! We had a huge meal for little or nothing and the food as usual in China was gorgeous. There was no electricity while we were in Pingyao so we didn't get to see the lanterns lit up at night which is beautiful (we seen it on Pete's camera from the night before).

After the caves we traveled back to Datong to catch a bus to Hunyaun, a small town near Xuankong Si (the Hanging Monastery), which is a monastery that was built into the side of a canyon and has been 'hanging' there intact for over 1,600 years (around 400 AD)! It was built along the contours of the cliff and the various buildings are connected by bridges and boardwalks and many statues of gods and Buddha's. The structure is supported by dozens of ...