Sunday 12 July 2015

Day 258: Another troublesome taxi

This morning the alarm went off again 5.30 am and not long after, I was outside in the dawn light heading up to number one lookout for the sunrise, passing a decent number of Chinese tourists as I walked who also had the same plan. Unfortunately, however, although it wasn't raining this morning it was overcast, so the light just went from soft to a slightly brighter version of soft.






When I got back, we finished packing up, checked out and walked back down to Dazhai village. At the entrance, there were some stalls selling trinkets and some interesting foodstuffs – dried fish, mushrooms, fruit and so on. One woman was selling chunks of orange sugar, which she explained was honey made by underground bees. She offered us a few little pieces, which she broke off a huge hunk of the stuff that she had on the table, and which did indeed have bits of various dead plants attached to it. It had an interesting, almost floral flavour that I recognised but couldn't quite put my finger on. It was very nice and I bought a little plastic bag of it – although I never did figure out what that flavour was. She was also selling ants from a large sack and when she went out the back of the stall, I surreptitiously grabbed a pinch to try (they were pretty much as you would expect – crunchy with a hint of formic acid). 







We had an uneventful ride back down to Guilin in a minivan and were dropped off at the railway station. As we looked around for a cab, a slightly hysterical woman ran over and ushered us towards her cab. We showed her the address of the hostel and she looked a bit puzzled, but said it would cost 30 yuan. We said 20 and she eventually agreed and we piled in and drove off. She took us on a meandering drive around Guilin and eventually stopped outside a hotel behind some big gates and announced that we had arrived. Thankfully, we were booked into the same hostel we had stayed in the last time we were in Guilin, so we knew that this wasn't it. The driver looked most aggrieved when we told her she had the wrong hotel, looked at our notebook and pointed again at the hotel. This went on for a while until we showed her the phone number and she called the hostel. Once she had her directions sorted, we set off again, but whenever we stopped at traffic lights, she would turn around and say that we had to pay 30 now, but we just laughed and pointed out that she had made the mistake, not us (not that she could understand a word of what we were saying). We later discovered that the trip should have cost 10, but we got there in the end and when we checked in, the hostel upgraded us to a really lovely family room, so all was well. 

After grabbing our other bags from storage, we went out for lunch. The bamboo steamer place didn't seem to open for lunch, so we got some of the basic rice noodle dish I've been having for breakfast at a nearby place instead. Back at the hostel later, we had some beers and played cards and table football in the hostel and then headed out (earlier this time) for dinner at the bamboo-steamer restaurant and then went back and repacked our bags ready for our train trip to Nanning tomorrow. 


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