Showing posts with label China. Show all posts
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Sunday, May 20, 2012

Bangkok to Hong Kong Overland

Hong Kong via Thailand, Laos & Vietnam and Southern China … Almost all Overland!
 Train and Bus legs in Red, Flights in Blue

A journey by Louise Taylor (author of article) and Merrin Pearse

Wednesday 28 March 2012 – Hong Kong to Bangkok

Merrin set off as usual for on the 8:05 ferry with the one difference from a normal work day being he had packed a small backpack ready to embark on our next Asian adventure holiday (with a few business meetings thrown in) at the end of the day.  I set off later in the day on the 3M Bus from Mui Wo to Tung Chung then on the S1 bus to the airport for our Air Asia flight to Bangkok leaving at 8:50pm. Once again our flight was delayed.  Air Asia may have good discounted fares (US$265) but in our experience delayed departures also seem to be a feature of this airline.  We arrived in Bangkok at 1:30am local time and managed to locate the meet and greet people for our hotel transfer, which was very quick as the hotel we were staying at the “Thong Ta Resort” http://www.thongtaresortbangkok.com is very near the airport.  Although the name says “resort” the reality of the situation is that it’s a good basic hotel that one could get to easily on the late arriving budget airline flights.  Cost per night US$30 (booked via www.agoda.com).

Thursday 29 March 2012 – Bangkok to Vientiane

After enjoying the hotel breakfast of eggs, bread and fruit plus a flouro coloured orange “juice” the van from Sirivatana Interprint Company arrived to drive us to the first business meeting of the trip.  I have been working with Odyssey Publications on a series of maps of the Mekong River.  The first map produced was of Laos on one side, the second with Myanmar and the third an overarching strip map of the Mekong River.  All maps in the series have a map of the whole Mekong Basin on the reverse side.  I was keen to meet the rep that I have been working with from Sirivatana.  After a quick meeting with Khun Cherdsak we set off for a tour of the factory.  The place is vast with hundreds of people employed on the various printing machines, cutting, folding, collating magazines, books (including pop up books) and of course our large format maps. Following the factory tour Cherdsak and his wife, who also works in the factory management group took us for a delicious traditional Thai lunch at a riverside restaurant. 

We were then driven from the factory, which is about an hour southeast of Bangkok to the next business meeting with the CEO of Asian Trails, a tour company operating widely in South East Asia.  True to form we were held up in traffic trying to get off the expressway into downtown Bangkok, but Luzi and his colleague Claudio were obviously not too worried that we were a little late as they were happy to purchase 3000 copies of a customised map.

Following that meeting we set off on the Sky Train to the river and did a boat trip up to the Royal Palace.  Wandered around for a bit and then negotiated a tuk-tuk ride for 100฿ (US$3.20) to the train station. (The first driver we asked wanted 300฿)!  We had booked 2nd class tickets 1530฿ (US$49 for 2) on the Internet for the overnight train from Bangkok to Nong Khai which is just south of the border of Laos near Vientiane.  1st class tickets did not seem to be available on the Internet however thankfully we were able to upgrade at the station for an additional ฿1118 US$35. The Thai trains were not quite up to the standard of some of the overnight Chinese trains that we have travelled on so we were pleased to have been able to upgrade to the first class compartment.  This was a private compartment for two with a seat that folded to form the bottom bunk, the top bunk also folding down to create two comfortable but not flash beds and bedding.  The conductor came around after the train got going and made the beds up.  It was all very civilised!  If you are travelling with family there is a door to the adjoining compartment that can be opened to form a 4 berth cabin.

Friday 30 March 2012 – Vientiane

As the train was a late leaving Bangkok we were didn’t arrive in Nong Khai until 9:30 the next morning.  We bought tickets for a little local train (40฿ US$1.25) that takes you from across the Mekong and into Laos.  Before boarding the train you go through Thai customs at the train station then on alighting at Thanaleng station on the Laos side of the border you go through the Lao customs at the station.  We had already arranged Lao Visa’s in Hong Kong so only had to fill in the entry form but it was also possible to pay for Visa’s on entry. All very laid back and easy.  There were taxi and tuk-tuk touts at the station offering their services to drive you into Vientiane (about 20 minutes).  We took the taxi van option and shared the 400฿ (US$12.65) with a fellow traveller.  All up the cost overland from Bangkok to Vientiane was US$96 for both of us versus over US$500 if we had flown!

We had again pre booked our hotel via Agoda so on our arrival in downtown Vientiane we checked in to Vayakorn Guesthouse http://www.vayakorn.com/ (US$33.60) per night, which is a good basic hotel situated in the centre of the city.  We checked with the reception staff to find the locations of the 3 business meetings planned for this afternoon.  The first of which was at the Mekong River Commission.  Their headquarters are in a stunning new Lao style building (which the Lao government provided for their use) overlooking the Mekong River.  We ate a lunch of local Lao food at an elevated restaurant with views over the rather dry Mekong River then went next door to meet with the Mekong River Commission CEO to talk maps.

We ended up walking for about 30 minutes (in the heat) to the next meeting at LANITH - the Lao National Institute of Tourism Hospitality then went upstairs to LNTA - Lao National Tourism Administration, to catch up with the person whom I had been in direct contact with when producing the Laos map.  After concluding the business end of our trip we set off sightseeing in Vientiane.  It is a reasonably low- rise city with quite a few colonial buildings.  We visited Putaxai Monument, which sits in the middle of a large roundabout.  Unfortunately it was too late in the day to go up to the top for the view. Poked around an interesting Stuppa on the way back to our hotel also forming a roundabout in the middle of a not so busy road.

The main attraction in Vientiane for us has to be the influence the French have had on the food.  As we were walking around we stumbled upon amazing wine shops selling wines from all over the world at very reasonable prices but the real highlight of our short stay in Vientiane had to be dining in French cafes and bistros.  That evening we met a friend at a Bistro, La Terrasse just down the street from our hotel and enjoyed the wonderful French cuisine and wine for just US$25 for both. 

Sat 31 March 2012 Vientiane – Luang Prabang

Continuing on from the fine dining of last night we started our day with a wonderful breakfast of fresh butter croissants and jam sitting at outside tables of a really cool French café called La Barasson, again just down the road from our hotel.  The croissants were so good that we were forced to buy takeaway almond croissants and pain au chocolate to enjoy later in the day!

After a leisurely breakfast it was back to the hotel for a final pack then a taxi (US$7) to the airport.  Our original plan was to skip Vientiane and fly into Luang Prabang from Bangkok but when the business meetings became part of the trip I negotiated an airfare between Vientiane and Luang Prabang to be included as part of the payment.  We caught the 45-minute flight (US$174.40 for 2) from Vientiane to Luang Prabang arriving at our pre booked (via Agoda 2 nights US112) guesthouse, My Dream Resort, www.mydreamresort.com, which had been recommended to us by a friend who had recently stayed there around lunchtime.  A lovely new guesthouse just across the Nam Khan River so not in the middle of town but close enough, 5 minutes by bike back across the cycle and motorcycle bridge or about 10 minutes via the bamboo walking bridge that is erected during the dry season only.  The bamboo bridge only operates in the dry season, as the river is too high in the wet season.  Consequently it is rebuilt each year so there is a small charge to cross covering its upkeep.
We settled in and then chose a couple of bikes (available for free at the resort) to set off on our first exploratory mission around town.  Luang Prabang is a lovely small town with a blend of traditional Lao architecture and French colonial style.  We found a Lao riverside restaurant and had a lovely lunch overlooking the mud brown Mekong River.  There are caves and waterfalls that you can visit near by Luang Prabang and of course river trips can be booked from one of the many travel agencies around town, but we chose to just relax and soak up the atmosphere.

We had a beer by the pool sheltering from a tropical downpour, which fortunately moved away before we set off on our bikes to have diner at Tamarind Restaurant.  As we hadn’t booked at this popular fine dining restaurant we sat across the road with a view down to the Nam Khan River.  The set meal of traditional Lao food was fantastic.  On our way back to the guesthouse we cycled past the colourful night market which was in full swing on a closed off road offering traditional Lao handcrafts and edible treats.

Sun 1 April 2012 – Luang Prabang

We had checked out Tam Nak Lao yesterday, a traditional Lao restaurant that is owned by friends of our friend Chris Seabrook, to see if we could book in for their famous cooking classes.  Unfortunately, being Sunday the cooking school was not running so we decided to book in for dinner instead.

We crossed the Mekong River today … absolutely had to be done.  Were going to catch one of the river taxis but a local convinced us to let him take us in his long boat.  So in we jump to this narrow very low boat with a small diesel engine manned by dad and chief bailer his 3 year old son (probably a bit older than that but he was very small).  Of course this is one of the things that we had been warned not to do on the Mekong but all went well.  We arrived on the other side unscathed and paid our 20,000 Kip (US$2.5) for the privilege.  A bit over priced but hey!!!

Set off walking along the “road” which was little more than a track, between the rows of village houses eventually coming to Chompheth Temple.  There was a ceremony with locals praying with monks inside the temple so we stood at the door and discreetly watched.  We had entered the village from the back entrance.  On approaching the square beside the temple itself we were hailed by a group of local kids selling entry tickets, which they said included a cave tour.  We dully paid the 10,000 Kip (US$1.25) each and set off with our guides several small boys and girls armed with torches for inside the cave.  It was really interesting … several caverns with sleeping quarters for some monks.  After climbing up to Buddha shrines inside the cave and poking about with the kids we followed them back to the cavern entrance … kids running ahead and pretending to lock us in thinking that was a great joke!!! We set off back down the road we had come and crossed back over the river this time on a local car ferry.  Lunched at another riverside restaurant then set off on the bikes for Phosy Market, a local market selling everything … meat, veggies, clothing, electronics etc.  Poked around this for a bit then cycled to Ock Pop Tok www.ockpoptok.com a weaving centre and café.  Did the free tour of the weaving centre and enjoyed a fruit juice at the café then headed back to the guesthouse.  In the afternoon went for a cycle down the guesthouse road in the opposite direction from town and found local woodworking shops, weavers and paper makers.  On the way back we stumbled on a dirt track that ended at the junction of the Mekong and Nam Khan Rivers.  There we were surprised to find a “bar” … a bamboo shack selling Beer Lao, outside of which were log seats and tables so we sat there and enjoyed a beer while watching the sun set over the Mekong.

Set off for dinner at Tam Nak Lao.  Chris had unbeknown to us informed the owners that we would be dining there.  Sinthana and his lovely wife ended up joining us for dinner and as well as adding some Lao delicacies to our chosen meal they insisted we not pay for the meal.  Totally unexpected!  We decided in lieu of paying we would donate US$50 to the charity that Chris and restaurant owners support. www.lao-kids.org

Mon 2 April 2012 – Luang Prabang to Phonsavanh

The Guesthouse had organised a taxi to the bus station.  On arrival we were dismayed to see that rather than the “VIP Tourist” bus we had been expecting our bus was very much in the local transportation category.  We managed to secure the front seats booked by our hotel, but occupied by a local when we first got on the bus.  The fare cost us 95,000 Kip each (US$12) but would have been 15,000 Kip cheaper if we had purchased our own tickets from the bus station.  While waiting for departure we chatted to Aussie’s Robert (retired dad) and Kane (30 something son) who were also heading to The Plain of Jars.  Finally the bus set off … once the conductor had closed the door by wedging a knotted bit of rope to hold it semi closed.  The bus chugged at about naught kilometres per hour up the first hill … this didn’t bode well for the rest of the trip!!!

The first stop was on the side of the road for everyone to clamber off to find a tree to squat under.  Yep, no such thing as a toilet on board! Most of the trip was mountainous with the bus cruising up and down and along high ridgelines then dropping way down into river valleys.  There would have been spectacular views however because it is the dry season and there is a lot of slash and burn agriculture, the air is very hazy.  Actually for our whole time in Laos the air was extremely smoky from this constant burning of the bush on the mountainsides. We stopped for lunch at a village down in a river valley where we ate soup, veggies and rice in a local restaurant about 5 hours into the trip.

Arrived in Phonsavanh after about 8 hours on the road.  Robert and Kane were also planning a trip out to The Plain of Jars tomorrow so we shared a taxi into the town and all checked in to the rather large Soviet style Xiengkhouang Hotel.  (It was actually Vietnamese built and owned). Phonsavanh is a rather uninspiring town, really only a stepping off point for tours to The Plain of Jars sights that are open to tourists.  We wandered around the local fresh market then found a café to hang out in until dinner.

Tue 3 April 2012 – Phonsavanh

Today the four of us set off in our minivan complete with driver and guide for a tour to the three main plains sites that are open to the public.  There are actually about 25 sights where these huge stone jars are found randomly scattered but only about 6 sights are open to the public owing to the huge number of UXO (Unexploded Ordinance) still buried in the surrounding farms, relics from the Vietnam War (locally referred to as the American War).  Sadly in Laos about three people per day are still killed or maimed by UXO’s. Ordinance clearing is carried out by organisations such as http://www.maginternational.org/.  NZAid provided funds for the clearance of the three Jar sites that we visited.

First stop was Site 1 which as we had got to relatively early had only a couple of other tourists poking around the up to 2m high jars made of stone quarried about 25km away.  Nobody quite knows the why the jars are scattered over this area or exactly the reason they were made.  One theory is that they were used as burial jars but nobody knows for sure.  Drove a further 20km on a dirt road to Site 3, which is on a small hill in the middle of a farm.  The jars are on the top of the hill so there are nice views of the surrounding farmland from this site.  Our lunch stop (choice of noodles or rice) was at a local restaurant just down the road then it was off to Site 2 another hill location with great views out over the valley.  Last stop of the tour was to the ruins of a 700 year old Buddha and to a Stuppa on a hill.

Wed 4 April 2012 – Phonsavanh to Viengxay

Arrived at the Phonsavanh bus station and to our dismay the bus situation had deteriorated significantly with todays transport being a “real” local bus – 260,000 Kip (US$32 for 2).  This was a 20 seater complete with slatted vinyl seats and seat backs (fortunately some padding on them) both front and back door back open throughout the journey and of course the other natural air conditioning feature, open windows.  We set off a little after 8am in a relatively empty bus with three other Westerners but soon it filled to overflowing with people sitting on produce sacks in the aisle and squashed into every available seat.  At about 8:20 we pulled into the local square back in Phonsavanh (basically next to the hotel) where the top of the bus was loaded up with veggies etc … no goats but later there were live chickens in little oval chicken sized baskets, added to the cargo on the roof.  Merrin helped one of the ladies loading her goods on the roof of the bus and for his efforts was given some green mangoes … very yummy! Finally left town at 9am and trundled off up, up, up and down those mountains again.  Merrin spent most of the trip literally hanging out the front or back door … and loving every minute of it!  After 9 hours we arrived in Sam Neua just in time for the heavens to open.  The five of us Westerners negotiated a Tuk Tuk 50,000 Kip each (US$12) to take us the 30km extra distance to Viengxay where we checked in to a local guesthouse just across the road from The Vienxay Caves office, the aim being to head there the next morning for a tour of the Vienxay Caves (cost 60,000 Kip plus bike hire of 15,000 kip each (US$9).

Thu 5 April 2012 – Viengxay

The Viengxay area is a limestone karst landscape with lots of pretty humpy hills rising up from the plains.  The reason this area is famous is because the natural caves (also enhanced with concrete structures) which, were used by the Pathet Lao political group and locals (about 23,000 people) during the American War.  They were helping the Vietcong with supplies in and out of Vietnam (the border being only about 50km away) hence the heavy bombardment of Loas by the American during the war. 

We set off for breakfast at the local market.  A cute old lady took a liking to me and proceeded to grab me by the hips and pinch my bumJ Breakfast consisted of some very good sugar doughnuts and the last of the green mangoes.  Our cave tour was from 9am–12pm.  The sites are quite widespread so we jumped on our old hired bicycles and cycled off in pursuit of our guide for the morning, a young Lao girl.  She didn’t speak much English, just pointed us in the right direction and told us which number we were at so we could listen to the history of each part of the caves that we were in on the audio equipment we were given. The caves housed a school, a hospital, bakeries, shops and even a large theatre/entertainment area so all in all they were very interesting to visit.  In the afternoon we said goodbye to our travelling companions and went for a walk around the area eventually hanging out at a lakeside café drinking beer Lao and watching the sunset behind the limestone hills.

Fri 6 April 2012 – Vienxay to Hanoi

The guesthouse owner had arranged for the bus across into Vietnam to come to the Guesthouse to pick us up.  This was supposed to arrive anytime after 8:30am.  At 7:30 we headed up the road to stock up on more sugar doughnuts for breaky.  Took them back to the guesthouse to eat and drink with complimentary tea and ate while we waited for the bus. At about 9:15am we were getting a bit jittery, as the bus had not arrived … needn’t have bothered being nervous as it trundled along on Lao time at about 9:30.  Our intention was to travel to Thanh Hoa on the coast and about 200km south of Hanoi but when the bus arrived it had Hanoi as a destination so we paid the driver to go all the way to Hanoi and cost 600,000 Kip for both of us (US$80).  The buses we have travelled on for this trip were getting progressively more local.  This one was an 18 seater, was quite roomy to start with a couple of seats each but as the journey progressed it became a 25 seater.

We set off and travelled the 50km to the border of Vietnam at Nam Soi, and crossed with no issues even though we were a day later than our prepaid Visa allowed.  Visas for Vietnam have to be prearranged, especially for entry at remote border crossings.  (although you can get an Internet permit to purchase Visa’s on arrival when flying into major Vietnamese cities).  Just over on the Vietnamese side of the border we lunched at a café with locals and the other bus passengers most of whom seemed to be Vietnamese returning home from whatever business they had in Laos.  We wended our way around more limestone hills following a large river, which at one point had huge wooden waterwheels no doubt used for farming purposes.  The countryside on the Vietnamese side of the border was stunning – much greener than in Laos.  We soon came off a high plateau travelling down beside terraced rice paddies and bamboo groves finally getting down to lower more plain like farmland.

Our next stop was a tea stop for the driver and a toilet stop for us … in a concrete bunker like structure with no roof and just a trough at one end in which to hover over … sharing the experience with other bus passengers!!!  After 10 hours of travelling we arrived in Thanh Hoa and got off the bus for what we thought was a rest … but no we were shunted on to the back seats of a second bus, which was heading to Hanoi.  This vehicle seemed a much better deal with real aircon and plush fabric covered seats.  It wasn’t long before our feelings of security in this plush interior gave way to ones of terror as our mad bus driver proceeded to overtake, undertake and generally take on all of the oncoming traffic as if he ruled the highway.  It didn’t matter that the highway was chocka block with traffic in both directions.  Our driver was hell bent on being in front of all vehicles travelling to Hanoi. Being in the back seat meant we were frequently airborne and only narrowly missed having our heads pummelled against the roof!!! We stopped for dinner at a roadside café and even with this half hour stop we managed the approx. 200km journey in about 2.5 hours.  We were literally dumped on the side of the highway about 5km outside Hanoi city centre and were immediately set upon by motorcycle and taxi touts.  Once we had worked out where we were we took the taxi option in what turned out to be one of the rip off cabs.  We insisted he use the meter, which he did however the meter proceeded to click over at an alarming rate so that the fare ended up being an exorbitant 500,000 Dong (US$24).  We had got to where we wanted to be, in the old town near Hoan Kiem Lake so off we wandered checking out a few hotels and finally settling on the Green Mango, which we booked for two nights 2,541,000 Dong (US$120). www.greenmango.vn

Sat 7 April 2012 – Hanoi

After a good nights sleep (finally having got to bed at about 11:30pm) we had a late start with a cooked breakfast (included in the room price) sitting at a table at the front of the hotel where we could look out at the goings on in the street outside.  It was raining and a bit cool when we set off to explore the city.  We headed off around the Lake and ended up at the upstairs Café L’etage with a view out over the southern end of the lake.  The owners were lovely and helpfully gave us some good information about buses from Hanoi to the border with China.  From there we wandered the streets checking out the shops.  Picked up a double hooded rain cape for my sister and brother in-law to wear when they go out on their Harley in the rain, complete with clear plastic for the headlightJ Had lunch at a roadside café then went back to the hotel to organise our bus to China tomorrow. Set off and found Fanny’s Ice Cream parlour (which had just opened when we last visited Hanoi 18 years ago) and indulged in one of their monstrous ice creams!  After more walking (necessary after the ice cream) and sightseeing we found an upstairs balcony bar and drank a nostalgic 333 beer then headed back to the hotel for dinner.  Yep, Hanoi was all about food and beverages!

Sun 8 April 2012 – Hanoi – Pingxiang

Had breakfast at the hotel then headed out on foot for further exploration.  Found the bustling indoor market selling everything from clothing to fresh fruit, vegetables and meat.  Got back to the hotel in time to check out and wait for our bus, which arrived right on time to pick us up at 12:30pm, 240,000 Dong (US$12) for both.  This bus journey was far more relaxed and roomy, just a 15 seater with about 10 passengers … luxuryJ. The countryside was beautiful, first flat land with rice paddies then for the last 60 or so km we were back into the limestone pop up hill landscape.  Fruit trees and corn were planted on the steep sides and in order for the villagers to get produce from the top there was a steel cable pulley system down to homes at the bottom of the hills.   We arrived at the Dong Dang border crossing at about 4pm.  One of our fellow passengers was going directly on the sleeper bus to Guangzhou so we decided to do the same.  From the border we shared a taxi to Pingxiang the Chinese town nearest the border and with her help purchased tickets for the bus ¥440 (US$70) for both.  Went off and found a restaurant for dinner then back to the bus for 7:30 departure.  The sleeper buses have upper and lower bunks in three rows.  They are of course built for Chinese people so were narrow and not long enough for either Merrin or I but do come equipped with pillows and blankets.  Can’t say that either of us overly enjoyed the experience but it had to be done … once!

Mon 9 April 2012 Guangzhou – Lantau Island

We arrived at a bus station somewhere in Guangzhou!  The third person we spoke to understood enough English to give directions on how we could get to the metro, which was about a 15 minute walk away.  Once we found the metro we easily found our way to Guangzhou East railway station and by just after 8am we were on a train to Shenzhen arriving at 9:30am … far too early for shopping!  The Mani-Pedi shop opened at 10:00am so we both indulged.  Picked up Anna’s clothes from the tailor and went for lunch at “Melissa’s” Dim Sum restaurant.  Can’t remember the actual name of the restaurant but Melissa is a waitress/usher at the restaurant and every time we have been to this restaurant she is there with her friendly smile and good English skills to help with our choices from the Dim Sum menu. 
After lunch we went to the massage place on the 8th floor of the immigration building.  This spa is ok … décor a little tired but massages ok.  Both had a foot and a shoulder/head massage.  That was enough for the day.  Headed back to Lo Wu shopping centre to pick up some headphones ordered from a friend in NZ and while there bought a handbag and a belt … as you do.  Crossed back into Hong Kong and caught the MTR then ferry to Lantau arriving home from a great holiday adventure at about 5pm.

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Exploring China: Guilin/Yangshuo Adventure


It was time to once again make the most of our multiple entry visa into China before expiry in April, so we headed off on a weekend adventure to the limestone karst area around Guilin.

Louise was voted number one travel agent, so it was up to her to research where to go, and how to get there! She decided on Guilin, as she knew about the magnificent karst landscape and had been hankering to get there for a while. Overnight trains run from Shenzhen to Guilin (train # T38) so we decided to try out China Rails’ sleeper trains. For the outward journey we bought tickets via China Travel Service, who of course charge you an extra HKD$100 for privilege, but as we were booking overnight sleepers we decided to be safe rather than sorry.

After catching separate MTR trains to the border (Merrin could not leave work too early) Louise was tasked with securing tickets for the overnight train back on Sunday evening from Guilin to Guangzhou. She was very proud of being persistent in the face of severe provocation. The ticket office lady trying to book the late train, (T40 leaving at 21:23 that actually goes through to Shenzhen) but Louise had done her homework and knew there was an earlier train, the K38, departing Guilin at 18:28 arriving Guangzhou at 6am, which Louise insisted on booking. From Guangzhou we could catch a fast intercity train to Shenzhen (but not all the way to Hung Hom as trains direct to Hong Kong leave from Guangzhou East railway station and we were at Guangzhou Railway Station). This would then allow Merrin to be at work at a reasonable hour on Monday morning. The moral of this story is that it is easy to book your own tickets in spite of a total lack of Putonghua and the ticket office staff having very little English! But, it is best that you do know in advance the train number and departure time!

There are two types of sleeper carriages on Chinese trains. We had booked the “soft sleepers”, which are four berth cabins shared with whoever. We were lucky that the train was not full so had no other people in our cabin. We have to say that we would hate to know what the hard sleepers are like. These so-called soft sleepers were hard enough! The hard sleepers are 6 berth cabins with no cabin doors. They all open directly to the carriage corridor and they certainly look to have very thin beds! We spoke to an English couple on our way back who had taken the plunge and traveled on the hard sleepers. They said they got absolutely no sleep, as their four other cabin mates were up and down the beds, holding loud conversations, with lights going on and off all night! They were certainly a good advertisement for not taking the hard sleepers as they looked absolutely shattered!!


We arrived in Guilin after a reasonable sleep on Friday 3 Dec. Well, Merrin, who can sleep anywhere of course had a wonderful nights rest. Louise found sleeping on the train rather like camping … every time there was a need to roll over she woke with a stiff back that was hauled into a new position, which was potentially meant to be more comfy, but the reality was, it wasn’t! It was also absolutely freezing in our cabin so even as we sat and ate our railway meal consisting of rice and a variety of pickled and stir-fried dishes, we were totally wrapped in the bedding.

It was a lovely crisp morning in Guilin. The front of the railway station was buzzing with food hawker stalls and travel touts. We were immediately approached by several touts all offering a ride in “their” bus to Yangshuo. We decided to take up an offer of 18 RMB and set off after a few minutes. With the distance of 67km between Guilin and Yangshuo we estimated it would take just over an hour to get there! What we didn’t bank on was that we would do a slow crawl through town with the “conductor” hanging out the door touting for more business. At the first stop (still outside the station) as we waited for about 15 minutes for prospective passengers, we watched a lady making some sort of egg pancake. Merrin decided to get off and buy one … it was delicious – a pancake filled with egg and a pickled cabbage mixture. We limped our way out of the city continuing to stop for more passengers and in one instance, for the driver to buy his lunch to eat while driving. It eventually took us an hour just to get to the outskirts of Guilin and just under two hours to Yangshuo!!!

Along the way we passed between the limestone hills marching off into the distance and along side the road, an ever-ending procession of white tree trunks. Instead of road markers the lower trunks of the trees were all painted white! Once in Yangshuo, we decided that we would walk the 5kms to our accommodation – The Giggling Tree, run by a young Dutch couple and nestled in the Yangshuo countryside. Armed with a computer printout map (not to scale) from The Giggling Tree’s website and a small town map photocopied from an old Lonely Planet guide we set off. In the wrong direction! Yes, the surveyor and the cartographer could not find their way. In our defense, it was a bit silly trying to navigate by two entirely different “not to scale” maps. After getting some guidance from locals (about 5kms out of town in the wrong direction) we turned back and found a cab!

The detour did offer a few gems, like the table on the side of the road laid out with false teeth and orthodontic aids, complete with customers having their dental work attended to on the footpath, and outside the doctors surgery 3 patients happily sitting on chairs attached to a drip to their hands or feet (goodness knows what for)! Also passed an ancient shed where a man and woman were making noodles using a hand roller through which they were feeding the “wet” dough then adding the dry dough as they went. The resulting noodles were hanging on bamboo poles in the yard with a fan blowing at them to dry them off.

The Giggling Tree (http://www.gigglingtree.com/) is in the Yangshuo countryside surrounded by the famous karst landscape - everywhere you look. The guesthouse is in converted old traditional farm buildings built of yellow clay bricks. We stayed in an upstairs room overlooking the sunny courtyard costing only 210 Yuan per night (off peak season). Once we had settled in we went out to the courtyard to order lunch and sit and enjoy the afternoon sun. (Both of us were a little tired after our wee walk in the countryside on the other side of town). After our snooze in the sun we set off on foot to explore the village and surrounding area.

We wandered towards the Yulong River. As we neared the river we could her chatter and commotion. It turned out that this was one of the main areas for launching the bamboo rafts, which you can hire to take you down river with bikes on the back, so that you can cycle back up the valley. Naturally the locals were very keen for us to go for a jaunt. We declined and sat with a beer to watch them going about their daily business which seemed to feature a lot of laughter over gambling games etc as there are not too many tourists around because the high season has finished. We then wandered off up the river and watched a man wash his buffalo in the river, and another plowing his field with his buffalo. It is a very simple way of life here and it was really great to be staying in the countryside rather than in the busy touristy town to witness the Chinese lifestyle of old. Like when we stopped for a cold drink at a roadside shop which had the butcher next to it cutting up “things”, across the street was a fish farmer chopping up fish as people ordered them and kids riding and walking home from school.

That night we had cocktails on the terrace overlooking the stunning Yangshuo countryside followed by a lovely dinner in the restaurant. Although the day temperatures were in the early twenties at night it was quite cool so we adjourned to the common room for a very yummy Dutch Apple Pie dessert by the fire and chatted to other travelers.

The next morning we set off early (7am) on hired bikes in order to take in the early morning scenery. Great idea, but boy was it cold out and about at this time of the morning. Our hands were absolutely freezing as we cycled along. The scenery was magnificent, in the early morning misty light though. We cycled along rough tracks between rice paddies, through villages, one of which had a funeral procession complete with firecrackers and on to the Dragon Bridge to cross the river and cycle back the other side. It was a great ride and because we left early there were very few other tourists about.


Back at the Giggling Tree we tucked into some breaky before heading off on the bikes along the river in the other direction. We made it back to civilization aka the main road and cycled along to Moon Hill. This is one of the few limestone hills that you can climb in the area (for a fee of course) and despite all the tourist information saying that climbing to the top was not allowed there was a 69 year old lady pointing you up the side track to the top, hoping that that you will buy a cold drink from her on the way back down. It is an arch shape (hence the name) and the views from top were wonderful.


From there we cycled along the main road and into Yangshuo town for a late lunch. Cycling along the city streets avoiding other bikes, 3 wheeler taxi bikes, cars and buses was fun, as was experiencing the tourist chaos that is Xi Lu or West St – a cobbled street full of restaurants and shops that is the main tourist part of town.

We cycled back to the Giggling Tree and met up with a British couple, Karen and Paul with whom we planned to go the famous Li River Light Show near Yangshuo town. We all jumped in a taxi and headed off to the show. It is on every night (sometimes twice a night) and was absolutely packed when we got there. The show is set on the Li River and has 600 locals as part of the cast. It is a re-enactment of village life in the area with lights popping up around the vast stage that comprises of the river bank and boats or platforms on the river. The show was choreographed by the guy who produced the opening and closing ceremonies of the Beijing Olympics. It was pretty amazing, especially with the back drop of karst mountains lit up as part of the show.

After the hour long show we headed to town for dinner. Chose a BBQ restaurant where you get to choose your ingredients from a table at the front. Not easy when none of the bamboo skewers of meat are recognizable! We chose a plateful of prawn, meat, tofu and veggie skewers and off they went to the BBQ out back to be cooked with a spicy marinade. The result was not bad although the meat we thought was chicken did not taste or resemble chicken on the plate. Who knows what it was!


The next day (Sunday) we chilled out at the Giggling Tree for the morning and then as something different ordered one of the 3 wheeled taxi bikes to take us to the bus station to go back to Guilin. It was fun bouncing along in the open cab over the rough dirt road then whizzing along the paved roads into the town. He dropped us off at Xi Lu and we wandered off to find some lunch. Had some very yummy fried pork balls served around a plate of omelet and another fried dish that we thought was veggie but turned out to be pork based as well. Sat on a street corner table and watched the restaurant owner’s wee boy playing with a bubble maker in the street. Actually Louise was watching and photographing while Merrin was joining in the game!

We set off to the bus stop and in a repeat of the in ward journey, it took about an hour to leave town, which was a surprise as when we left the bus station all the seats were already full. But where there is money to be made by carrying more people it will be! We cruised the streets heading out of town picking up more and more people who were given small plastic stools to sit on in the isle, so that by the time we were heading up the highway there was more than a full load on the bus and a very happy bus conductor counting his stash of Yuan! The other amusing part of this bus journey was that while Merrin happily occupied the front seat next to the driver, Louise, sitting a couple of rows back got to watch King Kong on the video screen. Very bizarre , the Chinese guy in the next seat and Louise chuckling away in tandem at the ridiculous antics that had been filmed in NZ but with the white actors speaking Chinese!

We had an hour and half to spare once we got to Guilin so we wandered the streets briefly taking in some of the sights of this city of 1.3 million people. Rather than eat the train food we bought hawker food from outside the station and beers to take on the train with us. Once again we were reacquainted with the hard “soft” sleepers. Actually the sleeper trains are really not that bad and a good way to travel long distances in China. This time we had one other cabin mate get in at a station down the line to sleep on the top bunk. At 5:30am we had the wake up call from the guard to ensure we were ready to leave the train in Guangzhou. Bought our tickets for the next train to Shenzhen (which might actually be the first one of the day at 7am) then had a brief walk around outside the station before boarding for the just over one hour long journey to Shenzhen which gets up to 200 kph. At Shenzhen we walked straight across the border and on to the MTR in Hong Kong, for Merrin to head to work and for Louise to head to Fuel Espresso in IFC for a coffee fix before heading home on the Lantau Ferry.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

How to increase your brand exposure in Hong Kong & China

If you

- already have a brand presence in New Zealand and

- are now wanting to expand your organisation into Hong Kong, Macau and China

then

- advertise in Connectionz


Connectionz is the leading business chamber publication in Hong Kong promoting trade between New Zealand and Southern China.




The next publication of Connectionz is coming out in March 2010 to coincide with the Closer Economic Partnership Agreement signing between Hong Kong and New Zealand. So this edition will receive a great deal of media and market attention.


Contact me today (mpearse@coordinate4u.co.nz definitely before mid-Feb 2010) to find out about this great opportunity for your company to expand it presence in the ever expanding China market.


Merrin

A Kiwi based in Hong Kong


Monday, April 20, 2009

A Weekend in Zhaoqing

Louise and I had an exciting adventure, heading off from Hong Kong at 6pm on Friday 17 April and returning 6pm on Sunday 19 April.

Here is Louise's account of the trip...enjoy!



With a visa for a trip across the border to China soon to expire we checked out the option of traveling beyond Shenzhen but only within a few hours travel of Hong Kong. After an hour or so research of guide books in Dymocks and Bookazine we settled on Zhaoqing, which is about 120km west of Guangzhou. We read that it had a limestone landscape similar to Guilin so we thought we’d give it a go. Our research showed that one could either catch a ferry from the China ferry terminal or a train from Hung Hom, however neither of these options were suitable as they left in the middle of the day and we could not leave Hong Kong until around 6pm.

We therefore decided to travel by local trains…MTR to Lo Wu, walk across the border and then a train direct to Zhaoqing. Well, that was the plan however when we got to Shenzhen we found out that there were no trains to direct to Zhaoqing so the only option was to jump on a train to Guangzhou and then change for Zhaoqing.



We arrived at Guangzhou Main station and followed the crowd off the platform, finding ourselves outside the station and part of a substantial Friday evening crowd. We then had a bit of drama trying to locate the ticket booth for our onward journey to Zhaoqing. Thought we had to go back inside so we got in a queue and ended up “breaking” through security by vaguely waving our used train tickets from Shenzhen, only to find ourselves inside the concourse walking around in circles at various departure gates, where only onward ticket holders were supposed to be. We finally located the ticket office outside the station building.

We then had a bit of drama trying to locate the ticket booth for our onward journey to Zhaoqing. Thought we had to go back inside so we got in a queue and ended up “breaking” through security by vaguely waving our used train tickets from Shenzhen, only to find ourselves inside the concourse walking around in circles at various departure gates, where only onward ticket holders were supposed to be. We finally located the ticket office outside the station building.

With the help of props such as the very handy ‘used Shenzhen train ticket’ and a printout of Google Map in Chinese from the internet showing the Guangzhou – Zhaoqing) area, we managed to communicate where we wanted to go, only to find that there were no trains available till the next day. Plan B find a hotel (wondered how easy this would be on Canton Fair weekend). It proved not that difficult. Found a basic hotel just around the corner from the station. Here the reception staff spoke good English and were very helpful, so we were able to get advice about traveling to Zhaoqing the next day.

The advice was to catch a bus and not the train, so off we set the next day in search of the bus station. We had been pointed to the other end of the plaza in front of the railway station so we quite simply followed the crowds (including those with chickens in boxes) until we happened upon the intercity bus terminal, actually just around the corner from the station. Managed to secure a ticket and find the right bus (no chickens on this bus). Half an hour later we were on our way. First traveling though Guangzhou city then through the countryside beyond. It was a grey day made even greyer by the pall of smog in this, the industrial south of China.



It seems that every spare square inch in China is cultivated. There certainly are not many areas that are under utilized with the edges of the fields all planted with crops where in NZ there would just be grass and weeds. As we got deeper into the countryside the landscape along the plains of the Pearl River formed a patchwork of farmland interspersed with small ponds of geese or duck farms. Closer to Zhaoqing we started to run alongside the limestone hills that are a feature of the area and soon we arrived in the city.

On entering Zhaoqing the bus skirted Xinghu Lake (Star Lake), which surrounds the Seven Star Crags for which the city has become famous. Not that we could see the Seven Star Crags as the “haze” was rather thick, and rain was threatening so the resulting visibility was very low. The Seven Star Crags are limestone crags arranged in the shape of the Big Dipper and are one of the main tourist attractions of the city.

On arrival I was desperate to find a loo so followed my nose (literally) to the Ladies toilet at bus station where I was horrified to find that none of the toilet stalls had doors! You had to walk down the row (about 6 stalls) past ladies squatting inside, to find a vacant space. When you got to go, you got to go!

We had lunch at a street cafe where we had a great view of the comings and goings of the locals. Many motorcycles raced by, most motorcyclists “protected” by plastic helmets perched on the top of their heads with undone straps flapping in the wind. Local rickshaw drivers touted for business to take us around the sights however we chose to head for the hills instead of staying in the city over night.

Just 18km northeast of Zhaoqing is Mount Dinghu (Dinghu Shan). Dinghu Shan is renown for its beautiful mountain and forest scenery with tumbling waterfalls and ancient temples. The region has been named a World Nature Protection Association and is one of UNESCO’s ecology research centres. Dinghu has various accommodation options but we were more interested in finding a room within the park. We again used our trusty map as a prop to find out which bus to catch (local bus #21). Once the bus was sussed we went for a bit of a wander on the promenade by the lake. The rain was now setting in, so we ducked into a shopping mall to escape the deluge.

Outside motorcyclists had now all donned their poncho raincoats with even pillion passengers catered for with ponchos with double head holes! I decided that I needed a poncho (single) to wear on my mountain bike to dodge the downpours when heading from our house to the ferry terminal in Mui Wo, so we set about hunting for them in the mall. While riding an escalator in the mall 3 teenage boys decided to start a conversation to practice their English. They asked if they could help us, so we engaged them in showing us where to buy said ponchos…at the super market of course! I bought my single and I must say that I was very temped to buy a double one for my sister Ange and brother in law Glenn so that they could use it when riding with the HOG crowd on Harley Davidson rallies! The boys enjoyed the interaction with us and confessed that it was the first time any of them had ever spoken to a foreigner.



We then headed to a bus stop and waited and waited watching every number bus come and go but no #21. Finally after about one hour a very rickety local bus 21 came along complete with metal tubular bar seats – very comfortable - NOT. We rattled along for the 30 minute journey stopping at every bus stop, as one would expect of a local bus. Arrived at Dinghu and were deposited at the end of the line just by the park entrance. We tried to find out about the park accommodation options from one of the local tourist operators but language difficulties put paid to that idea. Then a friendly American “local” told us that as well as the main hotel in the park there were a couple of monasteries that also offered accommodation.

We each paid our 50yuan for park entry then inside each bought a 15yuan ticket to ride the local transport to the top of the mountain. On the way up we were lucky enough to capture glimpses of the plains below. On a clear day it would have been a really cool view out over the Xijiang River plains.

The park itself is well worth a visit. Really nice bush and some cool pagodas and garden areas. At the top of the hill there were temples and lookout points set in gardens. It was pretty packed with local tourists but we were the only white faces in the crowd. Got talking to a group of university students who were of course keen to practice their English and all either individually or in groups of one or two wanted to have photos taken with us. We managed to escape the photo taking frenzy and headed off on foot down the other side of the mountain. About half way down we came upon a Buddhist monastery and temple with a hotel attached.



After taking a look at the rooms we decided to check in for the night. Not a bad deal – 380yuan for a spacious bedroom with adjoining small lounge area. It soon became obvious that we were the only guests for the night. By 6pm, after the monks drumming session on a huge gong outside the temple, all the other tourists had left and the place became airily silent. We were now the only non-monastery people there. It was a pretty cool atmosphere wandering around the temple in the pleasantly drizzling rain. Fragrant joss sticks and candles burning with their smoke diffusing in the low light and fog.

As we checked in we had arranged to go to dinner in the restaurant at 7pm, but upon arrival, the restaurant was completely dark with not a sole in sight. We went back and quizzed reception and they managed to find the one guy who spoke English who roused the chefs and helped us to order…vegetarian food duly cooked and delivered to our room.

The beds at this hotel lived up to the usual Chinese standard (our experience to date in 3/4 star hotels has been rock hard beds). At 3am the monks let loose on the gong again (we had been warned about this). It was not too loud and actually quite soothing in a weird sort of way. At 8am we checked out and started our wander down the valley. It was very pretty wandering through the bush and especially nice that we were the only tourists in the park at this early hour. We walked down the trail to the accompaniment of piped Chinese music eventually coming to a very pretty waterfall, which was famous for being where Sun Yat Sen used to swim in the cool waters.

Got back to Dinghu and wandered the streets before the #21 bus turned up to take us on the bone jarring trip back to Zhaoqing. Back in Zhaoqing we again found someone who could speak English (in Walmart no less) to tell us how to get to the railway station. This entailed catching the #1 bus, which being a “town” bus this was not quite as rickety as the #21. This bus seemed to circumnavigate the town so we had a local and very cheap tour where we got to drive alongside the river and see the Yuejiang Lu Tower and city walls built during the Song Dynasty.

We arrived at the station on the outskirts of the city and ascertained that the train to Guangzhou would leave in about an hour and a half. Not enough time to head back into the city for further sightseeing so we bought our tickets and wandered off to find food. First stop was a street fried dumpling vendor. These dumplings were so delicious we had to go back for seconds. Then found a local sidewalk café and had soup noodles before heading back to the station to wait for the train. Time for another toilet stop before our journey! When Merrin saw me walking back towards him grinning from ear to ear he knew he was in for another toilet story. This time not only were the stalls open, but instead of individual porcelain squat toilets there was one central chute that you squatted above. If you were lucky enough to be at the end of the row, you got to watch everyone else’s business floating on by!!!



Finally there was an announcement that the train was due to arrive. As soon as the announcement was made everyone jumped up to queue at the gate. As usual we did not bother trying to be at the front of the queue, but in retrospect this was a mistake. Everyone had their tickets checked at the gate and were then herded out to line up at the appropriate mark on the platform according to ticket number. Of course as soon as the train appeared the lines meant nothing…it was a free for all, everyone running and elbowing to get on to the train first at whichever carriage they were nearest to. Naturally we were about the last ones on the train and it was only at this point that we realised that we had no seat numbers allocated. This of course meant no seats! So we spent the first hour of the journey standing in the vestibule, which oh joy also doubled as the smoking area! After a couple of stops where more people got off than got on, Merrin managed to secure one seat next to a small boy (his mum was sitting opposite). When I took my turn sitting the kid obviously thought I was a scary monster and moved to squeeze in with his mum, so Merrin and I ended up having a seat each for the rest of the journey.

We arrived in Guangzhou and duly caught the fast “fancy” commuter train, back to Shenzhen (with allocated seats of course). We walked across the border and jumped on the MTR back to Hong Kong from Lo Wu then ferried back to our island.

It was a great weekend trip! There are of course easier ways to get to Zhaoqing from Hong Kong including the ferry from the China ferry terminal or a train directly from Hung Hom, but hey, our way was way more fun!

Grow well
Dr Merrin


Wednesday, July 2, 2008

EcoLog18 - Home of Confucius



Day 12 – Qufu; Home of Confucius - 30 June 08 (2km walk)

We all had a lazy morning trying to catch up on some sleep and to rest our weary bones. We went off to reception to try and get them to organise our flights out of Jinan. Yuji was phoned to come and interpret then we also managed to collar a person who was actually a Japanese guest who happened to speak fluent Putonghua. With his help we organised our e-tickets and decided we would catch the train to Jinan the next afternoon and stay one night there before flying out at lunch time the following day.



At 3pm we all set off on the final leg of our walk, through the old town to Confucius tomb…total distance 2km. It was great to have a leisurely wander through this ancient town. There are many modern shops but these are housed inside the old buildings so it really gave us a view of old China.



Outside the walls of the old town we walked the gauntlet of the souvenir sellers set up on both sides of the road to the cemetery. The cemetery is also walled off and is set in a forest that boasts some 20,000 trees – Cypresses, Chinese Junipers, Elms, Chinese Scholar Trees, etc. -- and occupies some 200 hectares of land. We had deliberately left our visit to late afternoon as we wanted to avoid the large tour groups of locals being lead around by megaphone wielding tour guides.



We made it to the tomb just before one such group and waited out their loud commentaries to then have some quiet time beside the large mound that is Confucius grave. Then we wandered through the forest which is dotted with tall concrete grave stones as this is the cemetery for all of Kong family, with over 100,000 Confucius descendants buried there. It really was a peaceful wander as most of the locals are driven around the roads in the cemetery park on electric cars and would not think of walking around the tracks between the graves. Did you know that the name for Confucius in Chinese is Kong Fu Zi? When we said Confucius to most Chinese they did not know who we meant though they certainly knew the name Kong Fu Zi.



We left the cemetery and had a superb dinner at a Korean restaurant. This was a welcome change from the Chinese food that we have been eating in local restaurants over the past 12 days. We have been sticking to a mainly vegetarian diet as the meat options look a little dodgy to say the least. Most restaurants have a selection of vegetables on display that we can go and choose from. Depending on the restaurant you either get exactly what you see i.e. sliced cucumber with no condiments or veges served with various condiments such as vinegar and copious amounts of garlic added. Our staple while travelling has been cucumber vinegar and garlic, small beans that you chew off the pods, and other bean sprout type dishes. These are served cold and are then accompanied with a variety of veges cooked in copious amounts of low grade oil.



After dinner we parted ways with Paul, Konomi and Yuji and went off to a performance in an outdoor stadium entitled “Confucius Dream”. This is a nightly performance in a purpose built out door theatre. The large cast perform a dance and acrobatic routine telling a story of how Confucius’ vision was of a world where all peoples live in harmony. It is a very visual performance with fantastic costumes set off by a great light show. We enjoyed it as did the other 100 or so attendees in the 1000+ seat auditorium.

Grow well
Dr Merrin

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

EcoLog17 - Road Walking



Day 10 – Road Walking to Zoucheng - 28 June 08 (24km walk)

The day dawned bright and clear. We started it with a great breakfast in the hotel. Packed our bags and had an uneventful taxi ride to the hotel in the next town of Zoucheng. The taxi drove along the road we would be walking. It seemed a long way! Arrived at a standard government hotel on a hill to the north of town, settled in to rest for an hour or so and then taxied back to the end point of yesterdays walk.

It was a long walk!!!


Road walking is not pleasant in any country but in China it can be a very noisy experience. Not only were the cars honking at each other but they of course wanted us to acknowledge them too, so would honk at us. There were some great sites though.


The walk became like a forced march with the pace set at 6km per hour with only two breaks of approx 10 minutes. We walked from 4.10pm to 8.40pm and straight into a restaurant for dinner. On our way into the town of Zoucheng (population about 190,000) near the river there were 100’s of people eating and at an open market. Great to see.

After dinner our only thoughts were to hail a taxi back to the hotel, jump in the shower (where we were careful not to burn ourselves in the “bathe of scald” as per the translated warning sign) and hop straight to bed to rest our weary bones.

Day 11 – Road Walking Zoucheng to Qufu- 29 June 08 (22km walk)

Paul and Konomi got up early to travel to Qufu to try and sort out a hotel. We stayed behind with Yuji to follow on once the technical details had been sorted. Arrived in Qufu at about 11am and settled into an okay hotel called “My Hotel”. Qufu is the home of Confucius so is quite a touristy town (population about 85,000). Our hotel was in a quiet area in the southern part of the city. Spent the morning resting up for this our last day of walking….which was going to be another long one.

The cloud cover of the morning had burnt off by the time we set off promising a long hot walk. After an uneventful taxi ride we arrived at the walking start point at exactly the same start time as the day before of 4.10pm. Thankfully the pace was not as much of a gallop as yesterdays.

The scenery was much the same as the day before. We were fortunate that one half of the road was closed to traffic for repairs for most of the journey, so we did not have to walk on the road edge thus creating even more horn honking from the traffic.


After 1.5 hours we had our first and only decent break. Stopped at a roadside stall for ice blocks and cold water; a quick method of cooling the body down.


Soon it was up and at it again. Paul picked up the pace and on we trudged. After 10 straight days of walking the effects on the body were definitely taking their toll, with sore hip and ankle joints for Louise and painful feet for Merrin. On the positive side a couple of kilos of lard from the hips and thighs has melted away with all this good fat burning exercise in the 29+deg temps.

We crossed the bridge to enter the city of Qufu and had a pleasant kilometre walk through a park and into a restaurant across the road from the hotel for dinner. After the dinner break we all had enough energy to walk an additional kilometre into the old walled part of the town.

Every day we seem to have at least one story of locals trying to earn more money than they should from us. Today’s story is around a Rikshaw ride that we decided to take from the walled city back to the hotel. Rather than squashing into a taxi yet again for 10Yuan, we decided to take a ride in three separate Rikshaws, each costing 5Yuan….or so we thought.


On arrival at the hotel the drivers changed their story and said it was 5Yuan each person! Needless to say a heated discussion ensued with all of us walking off having only paid 5Yuan per vehicle. Funnily enough the drivers did not seem too perturbed about the final payment!!!

Grow well
Dr Merrin