Wednesday 23 May
Our
room is on the 3rd
floor in the Hang Tang hostel, in Xi'an. There's no lift, so at
least we'll be getting some daily exercise. The laundry room is on
the 2nd
floor, and the hostel does it for you, at 10 yuan
(£1)
a kilo. I'm not surprised to find that our washing weighs 6
kilograms, but I think it's fine to pay £6 for such a big load.
I've long ago stopped separating white and dark washing on this trip
, as it means 2 washes, and so much hassle. But I know I'll go back
to separating the washing when I get home.
We
love this hostel – it's superb. It's modern and smells of new wood
and new decorating. What's more it serves a full English breakfast –
2 eggs done how you want them, 2 slices of bacon, 2 small sausages,
mushrooms and tomatoes, toast and butter, for 45 yuan,
or
£4.50. That is really expensive by Chinese standards, but Reg and I
decide we deserve a treat. Our breakfast arrives beautifully
cooked, and tastes delicious, especially accompanied by a pot of
English breakfast tea.
While eating breakfast get talking to 3 lovely English girls –
Sophie, Chloe and Lauren. Sophie and Chloe have been travelling
together since January, and are going back home to England in a weeks
time. They've been to Los Angeles, Australia, Figi, Bali and
Thailand as well as China. They met Lauren while travelling, and
have kept in touch, meeting up again at various points. We exchange
stories of our adventures, plus they give us some hints and tips for
travelling in Thailand, Malaysia, and Singapore. A young German
called Dominic joins in the conversation halfway through, and before
we know it, we've all been chatting for about 2 hours! I ask the
girls who are going back to England next week how they feel about
going home – having been away since January. They say they've
loved their travels – but are all “psyched up” to go home now.
What have they missed, I ask? Sophie says, without hesitation,
“Roast dinners!”
I have no energy today and go back to our lovely comfy bed for a
rest, while Reg sorts out some more train tickets, for our journey
from Beijing to Hangzhou, on Saturday week. He needs to scan in a
signed form to send to China Trains, and is relieved to find that he
can do this at our hostel. You can only buy Chinese train tickets 10
days ahead, but buying the tickets through China Trains means Reg can
order them in advance, and they are then sent by courier to our next
hostel. All this costs more but at least you can be sure of getting
the tickets you want. We've found it difficult to buy the tickets in
person, apart from when our Chinese guide Frances was with us,
because of the language barrier.
There's been problems with the wifi in this hostel, but it's back on.
I go downstairs to the bar area with Reg and we post yesterdays blog
on the internet, and send a couple of emails. It's lovely to receive
an email from our son, George, and others too. How lucky we are to
have family and friends who care about us back home. We enjoy
ordering a pot of tea, and I indulge in a piece of chocolate fudge
cake – it's hard to find nice cake in China!
Later we take a stroll and decide that tomorrow we'll try (again) to
post my parcel of clothes back to England; then we'll cycle around
the walls which surround the town of Xi'an. On Friday we'll visit
the famous Terracotta Warriors.
We
find a small unpretentious cafe with pictures of the available food
dishes on display. I choose egg fried rice, which comes really hot
and is very tasty. Reg orders a noodle dish which takes a bit longer
to come. We try to order tea, but the waitress brings soup instead
– though we find this too is scalding hot and delicious. The
waitress brings us slices of pink watermelons and lychees, too. The
whole meal for the 2 of us comes to 18 yuan
(about
£1.80). For a change, I really enjoy what I eat, and so does Reg.
Returning
to the hostel, we have another chat to the 3 lovely English girls,
and Dominic. Then we decide to leave the young ones to it, and
retire to our room. It's only 6.30 pm, but we're still tired after
yesterday – perhaps all the travelling is catching up with us. I
write this blog in Open Office (wifi isn't available in our 3rd
floor bedroom), and Reg watches a channel called ESPN, which is a
sports channel in English; they are talking about, and showing
highlights from, the European cup between Bayern Munich and Chelsea,
which took place last Saturday.
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