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To Yangshou by sleeper bus
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We got onto our bus from Hong Kong and started our journey to Shenzen, which is just across the border in China. On the bus ride out of Hong Kong we got some spectacular views of skyscrapers along the shorelines of the harbor.
We after about an hour the bus reached the border. We were told to go inside a building for customs. We got a stamp in our passport and reloaded onto the bus. Then a short way down the road we were told again we needed to get off the bus and go into a building. The difference between Hong Kong and China was immediately apparent. People were pushing and shoving past us to get into line. The crowd was literally crawling over our bags and us! I was getting no where fast and finally had to start fighting to get to the correct line. I think I took out a couple of people with one of my bags, but I didn't have much choice. I had no site of Jack and just hoped he was somewhere following behind me. A uniformed man was flagging the foreigners down to the the last set of lines.
We got in line and had our first introduction to the different social etiquette of China. The small lady in front of us continued to expel loud gas out of her body for most of the time we were in line. Jack and I tried not to laugh and held our distance from her. We also witnessed a guy finish his last sip of a soft drink and just let the can drop to the ground. He was only a few feet away from a garbage can.
We made it through customs and came out the other side of the building. We had blue stickers on our shirts to indicate which bus company we were with. We were immediately attacked by two girls at the exit doors. They pulled us over to the side and told us to wait. We had taken to long in customs and missed the first shuttle bus. It took about 20 minutes for the next one to show up. We were put on the bus and then sat for another 20 minutes. Jack approached the driver and tried to ask when we would be leaving. He held out four fingers in the air. We had no idea what this meant. It was past four o'clock so it had nothing to do with that. We were the only ones on the bus so maybe he meant we had to have four people before the bus would leave. The driver seemed to be getting tired of waiting too. He went down to the far end of the bus depot and came back with some more people and luggage, then we were finally on our way.
We're not sure why, but this bus takes us to the Shrangri La Hotel instead of a bus depot. We were the only ones to get off there, the rest of the people must have been going to other hotels. The hotel staff started to help us out with our bags and Jack quickly informed them we were not staying at the hotel. They said it was okay and helped us with our bags anyways. We found out that we needed to get to another bus station to catch the bus to Yangshou.
We decided to go inside the hotel and get something to eat. This in one fancy hotel chain! The Shrangri La Hotel line is among the top hotels in the world. We didn't know if we could afford anything to eat, but were starving so checked it out anyways. They had a small coffee bistro with light foods in the lobby. We got two tuna sandwiches, they were half price because it was past 6pm. They only cost $1.50 Canadian each, but then we had a pot of tea and two cookies and it came to $15! We finished up our food and made our way to the bus station.
So far everything was going smoothly, we had managed to get onto the correct buses and find our way around. The next bus depot was quite large and had a few different areas. Even though the people I approached at a ticket counter did not appear to speak English it wasn't too difficult to figure out what we wanted. I showed them our tickets and they wrote the bus stall number we needed to go to and the time it would be coming there.
We were told it was a sleeper bus. We would be traveling through the night and arrive in Yangshou in the morning. We expected a large bus like the Greyhound ones at home where the seats can recline somewhat for sleeping. It was nothing like we expected. It was truly a sleeping bus with beds! There were 3 rows of bunk beds. One row going length wise from front to back of the bus along each side and one row in the middle that created two aisles down the bus.
The beds were barley two feet wide and not designed for tall people at all. Jack hardly fit in. The part of the bed your upper body rests on is raised up and the person sleeping behind you has a compartment under your head where their feet tuck in. Pillows, sheets and a blanket are all provided. I had a window bed on the bottom and due to a nice girl offering to switch beds, Jack was across from me.
Everyone loaded onto the bus, it has 30 beds altogether and they were all full. The driver didn't waste anytime, we barely got tucked in and we were moving. Jack and I kept looking at each other grinning. It was quite funny to be lying in a bed as we traveled down the highway and looked at the traffic and sites out the window. Definitely on the list of most bizarre travel experiences.
It turned out to be a long 12 hour ride with little sleep. Once we got away from the city of Shenzen at the border the roads turned ugly. We have been on better logging roads at home then what we were traveling on. It seemed most of the roads were under construction. Other ones through small villages were full of potholes. The trip was hell, between the bus driver beating on the horn through the night, the bumpy roads and the many stops we made, we got no sleep. The bed seemed to get smaller through the night!
I had to go to the washroom at one of the stops. I decided to follow the rest of the girls who were using the toilet. There was a small closet washroom on the bus but no one ever used it. If the locals were not using it I decided I better not either. We had been told many China toilet stories and I was about to experience one of my own. I went into the small building. I stood in line with the others and looked ahead to the toilets in horror. Of course they were squat toilets, I expected that, but they had no privacy. You were fully exposed to everyone waiting in line and squatting next to one another with only a small foot tall divider in between you. I decided I better just suck it up and go. This was not even 1 day of traveling China, I better get used to it. I'm sure many other privacies we are used to will go right out the window while we are here.
We were woken again early in the morning at another stop. It was about 5am. It was still on the darker side. When we started to drive again we could see the outline of tall pointy mountains. It was very misty and made for an eerie feeling. As it got lighter we could really take in the scenery. We both got goosebumps as we looked out the window and realized where we were. China! How surreal it seemed. It was like no other scenery we had experienced. Parts of Laos resembled this area, but it could not come close to what were were seeing.
The land was flat with scattered tall pointy hills jetting out of it at random. Small farms were dotted in between the mountains. We started to go through small villages. People were already up and going about their day. It was just like you picture rural China. People were small specks out in the vast fields. In the towns we passed there were little old ladies in rounded triangle hats. Men sitting around smoking pipes and people washing clothes in buckets. A lot of buildings had a pump to get the water out of the well, it was situated right outside the front door of the houses. We passed by motorbikes strapped down with dozens of wire cages. We whizzed by too fast to see what kind of animals were in them. There were lots of bicycles pulling wagons full of produce and goods.
We were told the bus was going to drop us of at the bus station in Yangshou. If the gas station was what they meant I guess it was right. We pried ourselves out of the small beds and got off the bus. The hotel touts were on us like glue. We could barely get our bags out of the bottom of the bus. I hate when this happens, we were so tired and disoriented. This is what they prey on. You can't get a moment to just gather yourself together and try and get your bearings. They won't stop shoving their pamphlets in your face and yapping at you about their hotel.
We had no reservation, but had a place in mind that we wanted to check out. Unfortunately it was supposed to be right across from the bus depot we were to be dropped off at. There was a guy claiming to be the manager of this place, but we decided to ignore him and just find it ourselves. We gathered together with the other tourists on the bus, there were 5 of us in total. We headed in the direction we thought was the bus depot. Then one girl asked for directions to it, we were pointed back in the other direction. When we turned around the touts were all over us again. We made our way down a small street with fresh fruit and produce stalls set up. It all looked very yummy! We got onto another street and headed back in the same direction we were going in the first place. By this time touts must have been looking at us as if we were lost mindless tourists.
Now it started to rain. As we trekked down the street with our bags one tout kept going back and forth between all of us. He was desperately trying to get us to come with him to see his hotel. Jack and I were onto his scam right from the gas station. He wanted us to get into his vehicle to take us to his hotel. This is usually when you get taken to some dump way out of town. We asked him to show us where it was on the map. He said he had no map. Then when we showed no interest he suddenly had a map. We asked the name of the hotel. He wouldn't show us the whole pamphlet he had in his hands, only the picture of one of the rooms. He kept covering up the name of it, but when he said the name of the hotel we could see it didn't match what was on the brochure. It was obviously another hotels picture that he was showing us.
As we all kept walking down the street we came to the side street where his place was, he became frantic and pleaded with all of us to come with him. Everyone decided this guy was trying far too hard and something must be wrong with the place. The other touts had given up long ago. We could finally see the bus station and started to look for the hotel. We didn't have to search too hard, a lady soon approached us that was with the hotel. She said to follow her and she would take us to it. Jack asked if she was the manager. She replied yes. Funny, the other guy at the gas station said he was the manager.
This hotel is not in the Lonely Planet book, but had been recommended to us. We also saw good reviews on the Lonely Planet Thorn Tree travelers forum. It turned out to be quite nice and has a good price for a double room with ensuite. It comes to $12 Canadian. If we decide not to use the air conditioning it knocks another $3 off the price. The place is called Fawlty Towers Hotel, and yes it has a guy named Basil and a Manuel.
The staff have been really nice and helpful. They do try to get you to book tours with them, but all places here will do that. They haven't been overly pushy though. Our only complaint is the room feels a bit damp. It has been rainy and misty here the entire time, which doesn't help. Our books pages have all gone wavy and a few clothes we hand washed and hung in the room were still damp 3 days later. We love the view from our window, right smack outside is a pointy mountain with a small temple sitting on top of it.
We made all the check in arrangements and went to our room to crash. It was now about 9:30am. We both fell asleep instantly and didn't wake up until 2pm. We spent the rest of the day just vegging in the room and watching the one English channel our t.v. got. We made prior arrangements to meet up with the other travelers for dinner. All of us had checked into the same hotel. We had a nice meal with them in town and decided to check out some shops. We were surprised to see how modern some of the shopping was as we walked thorough town. There was brand name clothing being sold at shops. There seemed to be more selection here than a lot of places we were at in southeast Asia.
Where I stayed:
Fawlty Towers Hotel
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Guelin-yongshou (reply)
Dec 7, 2007 18:40 EST by lmac
Hi guys, Les is my name from New Zealand, just got back from 25 days in China & had 3 days in Guelin which was great & 3 days in Yongshou,which was even better. Could'nt get over the no smog & less people in the streets,only in the 1000's, not the usual 10's of 1000's.
Sherrin my partner & 2 friends stayed at a hotel on the waterfront, about 100 metres down from where we got of the ferry from ... show all
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Guelin-yongshou (reply)
Dec 7, 2007 18:40 EST by lmac
Hi guys, Les is my name from New Zealand, just got back from 25 days in China & had 3 days in Guelin which was great & 3 days in Yongshou,which was even better. Could'nt get over the no smog & less people in the streets,only in the 1000's, not the usual 10's of 1000's.
Sherrin my partner & 2 friends stayed at a hotel on the waterfront, about 100 metres down from where we got of the ferry from ... show all
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China (reply)
Jun 14, 2006 14:16 EST by 6793026
Guilin, if i have not mistaken, it one of the prettiest scenry you'll ever see. Famous chinese scholars and artist paints wonderful pictures and many poems were written about Guilin.
I quite enjoy your blog on China and HK. You're been to a lot of cities but I've haven't read any stories of you guys being conned. I guess you guys were pretty smart about the hotel brochure trick.
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