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Day trip to the countryside

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One of my students, Wendy wanted to go to the countryside this long weekend. Her friend Sheena lives on a small farm, and we'd only have to travel about 45 minutes, so I could go even though I didn't have my passport. It's currently in Beijing, getting my new work visa stamped into it.

We took the bus at 7:40 a.m. and Sheena met our bus on the side of the road, we took it until a small town, which had an unkempt temple.
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Wendy, Sheena and her sister burnt some incense and we walked back down the stairs in the scorching heat.

Next, we hired an Uber (Didi in Chinese "little brother" how cute) to take us to the childhood home of an important general who fought back during the Japanese invasion in Shanghai in 1932. The driver waited for us while we walked around the grounds in slow motion. It was so hot, moving quickly was not an option.
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Our driver brought us to another temple, which was gearing up for the dragon boat festival. 20,000 people were expectd to attend, but I got kicked out again, because I was wearing shorts.

There were some nice rice fields nearby, so I took more photos for Jeremy. Some of them are already almost ready to harvest.
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We ran to the bus which stopped just as we made it back to the road. I fell asleep sitting straight up, and even had a couple bizarre dreams on the short bus ride back to Sheena's house. The heat was so stifling I couldn't stay awake.

Once we got back, Sheena's mom had lunch ready for us, of fried fish, pork and green beans. Delicious.

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I slept for three more hours and Wendy slept for two. She was feeling sick, so we went back home early. I was invited to stay overnight, but when I told them I didn't have any clothes, they just laughed and told me to go home. We came to this conclusion after a very long discussion. I'm supposed to go back again in a week or two, we'll see if that transpires or not.

Waiting for the bus back home on the side of the road, I was swarmed by midges, which Wendy told me lived in the cow poop that I happened to be standing on. Oh... OK, thanks for the heads up. I noticed my left cheek and legs were covered in the bites, that I had acquired after only 10 minutes of waiting there with bare legs. Sigh! They burned so severely I wanted to die. The next couple days I spent filling myself with antihistamines again. Reminding me of the horrible midges in the southern interior of Brazil and on the coast of Cambodia.

Posted by baixing 06:11 Archived in China Tagged village luojing Comments (0)

Quick trip to Shenzhen

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I had another short weekend, so I left as early as possible on Saturday morning. It took five hours at least, just to get to the metro station in Shenzhen. Wow. I was told by a crazy Chinese person who I thought had common sense, that it was three hours. No way not even close.

I was pleasantly surprised that the bus station I ended up at in Shenzhen was only one metro stop away from my hostel. Especially because the woman at the Luoding bus station wouldn't just sell me any ticket, I had to know what neighborhood I wanted to go to. I didn't know the word for "any" so I just kept making wild gestures that I hoped conveyed the message. Finally someone came over and told her what any meant. I got a random ticket to Shenzhen.

After arriving at the YHA hostel in the OCT Loft arts district, I was assigned a top bunk. I asked if there was a bottom bunk and she said no. I went to my room and it stunk like wet clothing that had been festering in a pile for weeks. I went back down and she told me to open the door to air the room out. I told her that wouldn't fix it and brought a woman with me to prove how bad it stunk. She came back down and presumably told her the truth about the smell. Finally they moved me up to the fourth floor, where there was, you guessed it, TWO lower bunks available. I was irritated, to say the least.

I went back down and on my way out, I noticed a sign with the official rates of the hotel, 10 yuan less than what I paid on the official website. Still mad I demanded my 10 yuan back. I didn't care about anything at this point. She gave it back to me, surprisingly. I was not impressed with this hostel at all, but that 10 yuan made it a little more palatable.

I found the main warehouse gallery which now houses modern art, and watched a few short art films. That was about it.
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The rest of the district is just small boutiques and of course a Starbucks.
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I found a brew pub called Peko not too far away, so I decided to get some exercise and walked down there. It was easy to find because someone nice had posted very detailed directions on Tripadvisor. It was in a really cool little alley off of another alley, so it would've been tough to find on my own.
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I ordered a beer flight and some barbecue skewers from the place next door.
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I thought the owner was weird, he was yelling at his Chinese wife and also his son, who was happy and playing with a dump truck or something, harmlessly. His wife didn't feel like talking English to me and she called her husband the owner over, to talk to me. He grumbled and made me carry my own beers out to the table. Ugh. The beer was good, but I wouldn't go back there.
The barbecue was awesome, so if I ever did, I'd content myself with the Tsingtao instead of buying from that guy again.
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I speed walked home, singing Counting Crows tunes (yeah I still haven't changed my library since Canada). There's nothing else on there. I'm dumb.

The woman I was sharing a room with kept her lamp on until midnight. I even had to tell her to turn the big light off in the room, because I guess it wasn't obvious that I was trying to sleep? Weird. I had my revenge though, when I woke up at 7 a.m., ready to tackle the day. I had planned to get a fancy hotel restaurant brunch buffet but then suddenly got lazy and walked down the street until I saw Wal-Mart. Honestly, how depressing is that. -And I got a box of Wal-Mart noodles and sat down in this park beside the art gallery I wanted to go to. It didn't open unti 9:30 so I had some time to kill.
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The design gallery beside it was closed. Of course.
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So then, I took the metro down to the Shenzhen Museum. I was confused because my Lonely Planet map had pointed me in a different direction than the written directions did. Some sort of Russian/Arab guy came to offer me unsolicited "help" and made me only more confused. Finally I found a security guard who sent me the right way. The written directions were correct.

The museum has a huge exhibit which must be funded by the banks, because it's the very detailed story of how Shenzhen became a Special Economic Zone in the 80s and all about all the things the factories made here and all of the different trade shows. I enjoyed this fancy car with a Chinese politician standing in front of it. I'm not sure who it was. Maybe Deng Xiaopeng?
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There was also a really lovely exhibit from Tibet, which was thinly veiled as an attempt to culturally assimilate that region into China.
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Aside from those things, there's a massive collection of taxidermied animals. I'm not sure we need these in this day and age. You can search out any videos of any animal on the internet, so... I'm not sure what the point of these dead things on display proves.

After that, I went back to the bus station and the ticket woman impatiently waved me over to the special desk, because she didn't understand my "Luoding". I refused and then she tried harder to understand and I got my ticket the non-handicapped way. I quickly picked up some more dim sum for the road and then drifted in and out of consciousness all the way home.

Posted by baixing 04:52 Archived in China Tagged shenzhen Comments (0)

Disappointing beach

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I had a short weekend, because I was invited to attend the opening of the culture festival on Friday night. The beach at Yangjiang wasn't too far away, so I took the first bus out there at 8:20 a.m. The entire time we were driving, this old woman with a terrible cough sat beside me and would not lean back in her chair, as if she was avoiding me. Racist jerk.
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I didn't actually make it to the beach until about noon.
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But the good part was, I could walk to my hotel from the bus station and it was a nice day. The walk was pretty long, but it was nice to enjoy the beach on a cloudy day, when no one was there. The hotel I booked was all the way down at the end of the beached. I marched directly there.
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Once inside, there was a distinct smell of wet dog but a nice view, so I didn't complain.
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Nobody had attempted to improve the smell at all. I opened the two tiny windows and turned the fan to high. I was in desperate need of a shower, so I cleaned up and then headed out.

The beach here had too many rules and I never quite figured them out. I know this: you will get whistled at by a very smelly man, if you try to walk the entire length of the beach. If you cross the rope he is defending, he will yell at you and follow you until he gives up. Then, if you cross the next rope, down the beach, there is another smelly man who will not let you cross it again, and leave for some reason. This was all very confusing because there were a lot of people walking around not getting whistled and yelled at who were doing the same thing as I was. It was quite unpleasant. I managed to make my way down to the other end of the beach, out the other side and continued on towards Ma Wei island.

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The beach was clean and soft, but I wanted to go for a walk. I saw on China Travel Guide, there was some sort of an island "20 minutes" away on foot. Um, no it was more like an hour, and I had to navigate a dirt road full of debris, such as broken windows and hazardous waste spilling from paint cans and other unknown vessels.

Me Wei (Horse tail) island, was packed with at least three tour buses, which had passed me on the way there. There were a lot of abandoned restaurants there, which was highly disappointing, because I was feeling ravenous at that point. Garbage was strewn all over the beach, and I wasn't as impressed by the sunset as other people seemed to be. It was interrupted by large fishing trawlers making a racket anyway.

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I strolled on back down the road I had came on, and found a large restaurant that seemed to be open. It was built right on top of the water and had one of those aquariums, so I thought the fish would be fresh.
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There were some local people fishing off of the edge of the dock there, and one of them spoke English. He said this place's food was "OK", but there was nowhere else to go, so I waited until they opened. When the chef arrived, I ordered some clams. He brought them to my table with pepper sauce and it was quite good.

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However, at least 10 or 12 of the clams didn't open and the very last one (after I had eaten the rest of them) was all black inside. I was horrified. They tried to charge me 56 yuan for this terrrible dish, but I left 20 and wrote BAD on the check. After that, I probably contracted another parasite to add to my collection. Who knows what'll be wrong with me in the morning.

I walked back to town and unfortunately I was only wearing flip flops. I hadn't anticipated this long walk, and my feet were killing by the time I got back. I fell asleep quite early after watching some fireworks on the beach from my window.

I got up too early and felt dehydrated. I drank a lot of tea and then pooped out all of the clams, hopefully.

I decided to get brunch and go home at 3 p.m. The last bus of the day, instead of leaving in the morning on Monday. I went down to the beach with my journal and towel for a few hours, observing the peaceful fishermen. That was very nice and relaxing.

Brunch was soup with some fresh seafood thrown ontop, along with some seafood dim sum dumplings. Here were some of my choices:
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Back to the city

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In the morning I hopped on a little crappy mini bus and went to the metropolis of Meizhou.
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I was on the hunt for "coiled dragon" houses, the traditional architectural style of the Hakka people. I found them, but I have to say it was a little underwhelming. In Nankou village, there was supposed to be a big one, open to the public, but it was all locked up. In the other buildings, people actually still lived there, so I felt a little strange just walking up to their homes and taking pictures.

Rice fields for Jeremy
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Some traditional Hakka homes
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I walked back to town and ate a huge plate of fried noodles. I can actually pronounce it in Chinese now. CHAO MIAN. You know, like "chow main" in North America. Yep. Amazing. The bus was packed on the way back and was not a good time. I managed to find the #6 bus to the Hakka museum once we got back to town. The only thing a little bit interesting was this model of the coiled dragon home. It was quite obviously built for protection, because the Hakka people were a persecuted minority when the Han people came down from the north.

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The women at the info booth were kind, and even gave me a free bag from the museum. They tried their best to help me get to my next destination, which was "Meizhou Old Street", but they ultimately failed. I walked around for a good hour before I found it and it was also underwhelming.
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On my way back, I picked up a HUGE bag of dim sum and enjoyed it as I tried to find my way home. All the trains were full, so two college students helped me get to the bus station and buy a ticket for the overnight bus to Guangzhou. That was a pretty good idea. Except for waiting for three hours in front of Tianhe station until it opened. I managed to stay awake, and then caught the first bus home.

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Some wonderful help in Chayang

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Once back in Dabu, I took another bus to Chayang. It was also longer than expected and I found myself drifting in and out of consciousness in the warm sun bath I enjoyed coming in from the window on my left. The undulating hills were also a little bit hypnotic. It was a nice bus ride.

When we finally got there, a teenager stopped me and asked if she could help me. She wanted to know what I wanted to see. I showed her my guidebook and she took me to all the places in the book. There was an ancient archway in front of her high school, which commemorated when someone passed the imperial examination about 400 years ago.
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There was also an old mansion a rich businessman built.
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And an old soviet department store, which has been upgraded, and no longer displays communist slogans.
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I had a picture of some goats for Shylo and my bus friend, but they have disappeared. I don't trust my SD card in my camera anymore. I will switch back to the other one when I get home.

My bus friend helped me find a place to stay, because there were no more buses going to Meizhou that night.

I spent the afternoon wandering around the old town and eating special bamboo shoot dumplings.
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I lost all the photos of Baihou :(

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I wanted to go with Jessica to this jimjilbang she found in Guangzhou, but suddenly she changed her mind about which day we were going, and it messed up all of my plans, so I went on my own to Dabu, where there were some old Hakka villages.

I took the bus early in the morning to Guangzhou, and tried to get out of there as fast as possible, but it was total chaos. That was everyone else's plan as well. I had to go across the city to the correct bus station, which was a complete nightmare. Everywhere I wanted to go was fenced off and impossible for me to navigate. Eventually, I just started yelling WO BU DONG and pointing at where I wanted to go. I could see my gate, but had no idea how to get there. Finally, the guard took pity on me. I'm sure I wasn't the first one to do that. He let me through the "out only" gate. That simply never existed on a normal day, and I went to get on my bus.

Prior to this, I had been waiting four hours for my bus, presumably because they had already all sold out. So, after sitting around stuffing my face with overpriced mapo tofu, I was not in the mood for these crowd control measures that made no sense.

The bus ride was way longer than I anticipated, but still it wasn't that late when we arrived. I walked around trying to find a cheap place and eventually I did, at 11:30 p.m. At 10, I had found an OK place, but I thought it was early, so I kept looking. I didn't find any cheaper places, so on principle, I had to keep looking because by then, I had already forgot where the first place was. Ugh. It ended up working out for the best anyway. I found a little guest house with fresh blankets (non-moldy smelling sheets are a rarity around here). I took a shower and tried to wake up early for my adventures in the countryside in the morning.

It was hard to get out of bed, but I did it, and took the bus to Baihou, a little village with western influenced mansions amidst rice fields. I wandered around, getting lost amongst the greenery. Eventually, I found my way back, and a nice minibus driver picked me up to bring me back to Dabu.

My photos inexplicably disappeared, so I stole some of these photos from China Daily.

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Some "bagua" villages around Zhaoqing


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I went back to Zhaoqing after getting rained out last weekend. It was pretty cold and I booked a cheap hotel on booking.com, but it was a little hard to find. I showed the address to someone at an apartment building where I thought the hotel was. He kindly got his son to look up the actual address, and quickly showed me the way.

Again, they didn't find my booking. I thought booking.com was the most commonly used site around, guess not. Also, they didn't take debit cards, so I had to wander around looking for a bank before they would let me take a shower. Finally I paid and everything, ate whatever peanuts were left in my bag and then tried to take a shower. Wouldn't you know it? No hot water. I went down to the lobby in a towel and she told me to take a shower in another random room. Ugh. So annoying. I know I went with the cheap hotel, but really? Anyway, I didn't sleep well because there were mosquitoes coming in from the windows that didn't have any screens on them. Sigh.

It was easy to get to the first village about 20 km from town, once I had the correct directions, that I received last week from my waitress. I took bus 315 from the bus station beside the train station. Everything was going fine. Even the ticket lady showed me the way to the village when I got off.

A bagua village is shaped like a yin yang symbol. There is a big one in the middle of town and all the buildings radiate from there. From above, it looks really cool. Walking around in it from the ground, is extremely confusing.

The first village, Lisha, was on a little river or canal.
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One of the many entrances into the village.
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The yin yang in the centre of town
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No one really lives there anymore, so it was quiet and spooky seeing all the abandoned buildings. Frequently, I would walk into an abandoned house and be greeted by the flapping wings of birds, desperate to escape from me. Other times, I would hear people singing or humming, and I wasn't quite sure if it was a human or a ghost. Everytime I stopped walking to hear the ghost better, it would stop singing. It must've been a coincidence, right?
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People just left all their things behind, when they left this village to live in more modern housing.
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Sometimes there were huge plants living in the stone buildings.
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This is the ring road around the village, so it was hard to get lost.
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I think this might have been an old dock for boats.
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Lisha village from above:
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The other bagua village was Xianggang and it was two obscure buses away. I showed the Chinese words to the ticket man and he told me to get off and change to the 308 bus. The next ticket man was not so friendly. He just yelled at me and shooed me to the back of the bus when I tried to show him my paper. It was lucky that I saw one sign that said something like Xianggang in pinyin and I got off there. That guy was not gonna help me.

There was a market in front of the old village so I couldn't find it at first. I bought some snacks from a friendly lady, and she told me to get back on the bus, there was no bagua village there. I was confused until another nice lady told me to walk straight until I see a tree. She was exactly correct.

This village was full of "ancestral halls", places where family members come to eat together and worship the ancestors. One of them was open and there were about 200 people inside, chowing down with heaps of food in giant bowls. I was so surprised to see them, that I didn't take a picture. This village was much the same as the last one, so I didn't feel bad leaving after rambling around for about a half hour. I felt like I had experienced the bagua village and probably won't need to see another one in my whole life.
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An example of a seldom used ancestral hall:
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One of the big trees outside the bagua village:
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A nice path leading to a well kept up ancestral hall:
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So similar to the last village.
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Rainy day in Zhaoqing

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After lunch at home, I walked all the way down to the bus station in the afternoon and hopped a bus to Zhaoqing. I wanted to go to the beach but it was going to rain all weekend, so I thought it would be better to go to the city instead.

I had just bought a Hostelling International membership, so I used it on the one HI hostel in town. The guy didn't get my booking, so it took me about an hour to get him to call the head office and confirm it. He was gonna charge me some other price, I couldn't understand him, so I wouldn't pay until he called the head office.

I had some takeout for dinner because it was raining already.

in the morning, it was raining again, I went to the "plum monastery" on the west side of town.
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It was a lot smaller than I expected, so I just left and started walking around the city walls.
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The wall was under construction in a few places, so I had to climb up and down a few times.
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There was a lot of really nice art on the walls.
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And typical Chinese decorations.
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These are the walls from the outside.
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At this point, I was still pretty dry.
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It wasn't even 9 a.m. yet, and I was wondering what to do with my day. I thought I could go out to Dinghu Shan for a bit. I didn't want to walk around in the dreary drizzle, so I bought the full ticket, including the bus up the hill. It was about 100 yuan. I hate that hiking in China is so expensive, but it's a nice barrier to keep all of the crowds out, usually. This time, it wasn't the case though.
You can take the bus there all the way for 2 yuan, so that's nice. As usual, you must walk past a long line of tourist shops before you get to the ticket office. I got on the bus and we passed tons and tons of students, all dressed in uniform tracksuits. So funny. They were trudging up the hill to the biggest "ding" in the world. A ding is an ancient three legged pot that was used for cooking food in, or for ceremonial purposes in the olden days. I don't think anyone is going to contest this world record anytime soon.
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I wanted to get a boat and go out to "butterfly valley" and take a long hike, but the weather was too drizzly and they weren't going. I could take the boat, but I wouldn't be able to see anything, and we'd go on a short hike, that would be boring, so I declined.
I got back on the shuttle bus and we went over to Qingyun temple. It's the oldest in Guangdong.
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I walked on down to the waterfalls, following some more students. The water was crystal clear and there were some signs talking about how this is the cleanest air and has the most "ions". Apparently, it's a really healthy place to breathe.
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However, I climbed back up the mountain and on my way up, a trail that not many people take, I saw that the whole thing was fake and a big sham. Dinghu shan is a famous bottled water company and this is the place where they get their water. I guess that they dammed the river up in the process of taking it. Then, they made a fancy park to climb around in, and charged us all 100 yuan to see it. Reminded me of that famous song.
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Then, I generally walked around in the mist the rest of the day.
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On my walk back to the bus, I grabbed a steamed rice thing in a banana leaf. It had tuna and beans in it too. It was really filling and I got back to town, not interested in dinner.
I tried to walk back to the hostel but a giant storm picked up and soaked my legs up to my knees. I was feeling miserable, so I grabbed a bus for the last few stops, only to completely miss my hostel's stop due to the condensation on the windows of the bus. Grumbling, I ended up walking basically the same amount in the pouring rain, as if I never took the bus at all. I took off all my clothes, hung them up, and got into bed, not caring there were two other women suddenly bunking in the room with me. Ugh.
I found that it was raining in the morning again.
Totally demoralized, I tried to push on to a small village outside town, but when the bus station I wanted to go to was closed, I threw my hands up and went home. I stopped for breakfast and asked some nice college students how to get to this small village and they explained it in perfect English. I could catch bus 315 from the train station now, since the bus station had been demolished. But still, my feet were raisins and all I wanted to do was get dry. That wouldn't have happened in that village, I guarantee. I went back to the inter city bus station instead and went home.
At least now I know how to get to the ancient villages for the next time I'm in Zhaoqing.

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English club spring trip

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Darby invited me to go to the English club spring trip at a park in Yunan, a town about an hour and a half away (not the province). We got on two huge buses

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Someone gave me this delicious candy.
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Then we wandered around the park for the day. The cherry blossoms had already fallen and it was a little rainy. But it was still an alright time.
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There was a little forest you could stroll around as well.
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Taking photos in canola fields is something that Chinese women love to do. My students are definitely no exception. Therefore, we had to pull the bus over to the side of the road and hang out here for a bit.
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The art students at our school often come here to paint with watercolours. They hold massive exhibits in the lobby of our teaching building all the time. Some students recognized the buildings in this village because they saw the paintings. They were all really excited to see the real thing..
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Some of the buildings were converted into cultural museums and art galleries.
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I bought Jessica a fish when we walked back through the canola fields. Will sat beside me, of course, and I helped him learn how to use Duolingo on his phone. It will teach him English better than I can.

These are photos that Darby took. Everyone wanted to take a photo with me, it was like being a character at Disneyland. Welcome to my life.

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Getting back to Phnom Penh


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I rode my bike back to Sihanoukville. I had a fresh homemade english muffin sandwich, and I found a guy with the Weezer logo shaved into the back of his head. I took the bus back to Phnom Penh and they dropped me off at the airport again, that was great. I just got a cheap room across the street and flew out in the morning.

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Relaxing day on Otres beach 1


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We had some nice relaxing times on the beach. I really needed it, I was super tired.
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Otres beach with Jack


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I rented another bike and went to go explore some beaches. There was a really nice one called Independence beach and when I got there I stayed for the rest of the day. I had a delicious Khmer pancake, I don't know why I've never found these before. They're really great. Big pancakes with meat and vegetables in the middle that you wrap up in a lettuce leaf.
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And here's a guy taking pictures of people at the beach. Right.
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And here's some goats I saw.
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I rode my bike down to Otres beach and found Jack and company at the restaurant beside their house. We sat and ate dinner by the sunset and then I got a room upstairs from the restaurant. It was alright for $7.

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The worst hostel in the world


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I decided to put an end to these sand flies everywhere, so I left in the morning to go to Sihanoukville, which would be my last stop. I had found out that a fellow TravelPod blogger was in Cambodia at the same time, so I arranged to meet up with him and his girlfriend at Otres Beach 1.

Lottie and I had breakfast and then got some more antihistamines for her. I bought my bus ticket and we said goodbye. But a few moments later we ended up on the same bus anyway. I just had to change halfway through, and she stayed on the bus and went to Phnom Penh.

I stayed at the worst hostel in the world, Utopia on the main street in Sihanoukville. It was really disgusting, but it was only $2.
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I went out for a nice dinner at yet another charity restaurant.
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There were 25 cent beers at Utopia for happy hour. I hung out in the bar avoiding eye contact for a while and then went to bed.

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Sick and tired and itchy


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Lottie went on a jungle hike early in the morning, and I just stayed in bed all day. Taking anti-histamines for the itching sand fly bites. I even got takeout breakfast and a taro shake to eat in bed.

When I woke up, everyone was back, and we went to the river for dinner. Another German and I had squid, while the British women got scared and waited for us to finish. We all went back to Wood House where they could get some vegetarian food. We saw a Swiss couple from our boat trip and another British guy from our hostel there, so it was fun.
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Beautiful Koh Kong island


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Lottie and I left on the boat to Koh Kong island. It really was great. After a two hour ride, we were deposited in paradise. We had a beautiful beach all to ourselves. The water was crystal clear and the perfect temperature for swimming. I felt like I had stepped right into someone's computer screen saver.
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The guides made us a huge barracuda for lunch, with lots of fruit for dessert. Fantastic. The only problem with this island is the terrible sand flies. They bit me at least 20 or 30 times. I couldn't just lie on the beach, I was always trying to fend them off. I'd jump back in the water whenever I felt too itchy.
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Soon, we went back to town, after a stop at the mangroves, which reminded me of Singapore. It was a nice place to relax on a board walk, in the bushes.
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When we got back, we all went to the "beer garden" which was not a garden at all. There were a few shacks and some fake plants around the karaoke stage. I sang a couple songs and we had a couple beers while the call girls sang some songs for their potential clients.

We couldn't leave fast enough. Our next stop was Fat Sam's where we had dinner and a crazy old drunk Australian man started talking to us. Another awful irritating one. So my second night in Koh Kong was not so great.

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