Mao's house, plus mosh pit

03.10.2013

The next day I got up way early and walked to the train station to catch the 6:30 train to Shaoshan, Mao's birthplace. Wrong choice for "national week". There was a mosh pit and riot to get to his little mud house and look around. This time, I decided to give in to the waves of humanity and just ride along with the crazy pushers and shovers. It provided me with less stress, but more bumps and bruises than necessary.

This took about three hours and all the energy I had left in me for the day. I met a couple of nice Chinese students on the train who helped me buy a mini bus ticket, but I lost them in the crazy line.

It was a big hassle getting back to the train station too, because the minibus I paid for only went one way around the loop, so I had to go all the way around before I got back downtown. I was tired and about an hour early for my train so I fell back on my old standby dinner, beer and ice cream in a park. Lucky me, there was a nice park right next to the station. I didn't have a seat again but I was early so I just sat down and went to sleep wherever and some girl said I could have the seat anyway. I tried to tell her I could move, but I didn't insist, too tired.<br style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: normal;">

Mao's bedroom