Saving The Worst Till Last
Trip Start Mar 14, 2006
374Trip End Mar 15, 2007
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But then neither was Martin who for some reason (I'm sure he had good intentions but they were lost on me at this time in the AM) decided to shove a fully unfurled map of Hanoi under my nose first thing in the morning before I'd even opened my eyes.
So anyway, today at last I was finally leaving Kunming but not before being made to strip my bed and bring the sheets down to the reception which I guess the hostel staff were too busy to do themselves between chatting with friends on the reception PC
Before I left though Martin did give me some more info on Vietnam but I did have to stop him in the end otherwise I would probably still be listening to him today, that man can talk.
I was hoping to meet up with Lihi and Idan later today but at this point I did not know that Lihi had gotten sick in Dali and had spent the day examining the enamel work on the back of the toilet in their hotel. Not being able to contact them, I waited as long as I could before going to take my last bus trip in China to the border which also meant I had my last meal in China in the bus station but I've had worse anyway, it's just a pity I could not say the same for the bus.
As I was about to get on the bus the driver looked with resentment at my bag as it required him to get off his seat and walk the 5 meters down the bus to open up the luggage compartment. Of course this compartment would not actually be used for luggage and instead I had to dump my bag on top of some rusty looking oil drums which gave my bag a lovely rusty-orange hue by the time we reached the border. From the looks, and smell of it, I don't think the sheets on the bus had been changed since Genghis Khan decided to drop in on China although the fluffy bunny rabbit sheet covers were a nice touch though.
The journey itself was spent half trying to sleep and half hanging out the window to escape the smell as I negotiated with the guy next to me that I'd only shut it if he stopped wafting his smoke my way, thankfully his cigarettes ran out before my will power. Not that it would make much difference anyway though as the road, if it could be called that at times, was in quite a state which combined with the drivers less than gentle cornering meant little shut eye was got.