We went down to the railway station to try and buy tickets to Canton but all we got was “Meiou” [ the Chinese word for no] from the hard-faced woman behind the bars at the ticket counter.
We walked up to the museum near Martyrs Park where there was an exhibition of a corpse with all its entrails removed, said to be over 2,000 years old. However at the entrance, the attendant tried to charge us 15 Yuan each when the locals were getting in for ¥5, so we left it and when and have a look at Martyr’s Park itself. At the top of the hill, there was a tower with steps radiating out in four directions, one lot leading down to a largish lake where pedal boats splashed around an island at its centre and the edges of the water were littered with polystyrene containers.
We sat amongst a stand of conifers and watched groups of school children dressed in tracksuits of blue red or green playing with hula hoops and cavorting about on a grassed area fenced to keep people off. At a sidewalk noodle joint, we ate a bowl of noodles each and some dumplings while we entertained passersby then we went back to the hotel.
In the evening Marco, Sharon, Linda and I went out for a final meal together.
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