We should have known better than to expect to be able to sleep in here in China, but we had hoped. We had slept well only to be awakened at 5:30 am by the arrival of two new guests. One of them, an Australian guy with long shaggy blonde hair, crept in, put down his stuff, and went to sleep. The other……the description I wrote here is unprintable…
a fat, short-hassed Israeli woman, with a face like a badger eating a piece of broken glass, and a body like an overcooked baozi dumpling, had a bad cold which had her hawking like a true pig,
…turned on the light, spat, rustled in plastic bags, coughed, spat again, left the door open, and guzzled noisily from a bottle of tea. Eventually, someone told her to “shut the fuck up” in no uncertain terms and she crawled into her pile of rubbish and went to sleep, noisily snoring.
We hang out all day in the cafes, eating and drinking until we are sick of it, and still we have all afternoon to fill in. We shower at the Sunny Garden in the evening, then walk up to the bus station where a minibus is waiting to take us to the next town where our sleeper bus is waiting. The trip to Kunming is long and uncomfortable, but we stop halfway at a bus station where I eat some of the most delicious roasted potatoes dipped in chilli that I’ve ever tasted.
CurseOfTheTraveller 