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Heading down south

In the morning thankfully, only my calf muscles were in pain. But there was no way I could hike another mountain today. I figured I'd skip Longhu mountain and head down south to Ningdu, which was not in my plan, but my host recommended it and said I could stay with his parents.

I asked Bob if I could come over early. He agreed and as soon as I woke up, I headed out. A woman at the bus stop wasn't very helpful. Bob said there was no train station in Ningdu, so somehow, I found my way to the intercity bus station.

I saw a symbol that looked like that and took that bus. I arrived at some sort of bus station, but not the right one. Of course it couldn't be that easy. A man there told me how to get to the main bus station That bus indeed brought me to the correct place and I bought my ticket to Ningdu.

I really needed breakfast so I found a dumpling stall and sat down for an hour to catch up on the blog and enjoy some soup. Dumplings, how I have missed thee.

I told a friendly looking guy my legs were sore and he started giving me a massage on the street! I managed to tell him to go away with my dictionary by showing him the word for unnecessary.

Bob shouted at me from a new flashing white scooter. He was waiting for me at the drop off point. He had been to the station already and texted me in a panic, afraid I got on the wrong bus. No, it's fine, we're almost there, I wrote back.

At home, his mom had dinner waiting on the table, and as usual, I tried to help clean up, but I was denied. After dinner, Bob and I walked (very slowly, because my legs still hurt, remember) to a 600 year old pagoda and to a temple jus behind it. His friends caught up with us and we watched a Zen buddhist chanting session for a while. Bob said they were chanting phrases from the Buddhist scriptures. We went back down the river to have some street food and beers.

I felt a little sick after dinner and figured it was the soup I ate. I usually get sick from weird soup, so I wasn't surprised. After the beers and the street food, it didn't get any better. I was pacing back and forth from the bathroom to my room all night long. Perfect.

Me vs. dumplings

Me vs. dumplings


Pagoda

Pagoda


Temple

Temple


Bob's friend and beers

Bob's friend and beers

Posted by baixing 17:00 Archived in China

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