Rocks Are Meant For Climbing. Part I - Guang Zhou

Here we are again, blood (rock) - thirsty climbers, on our adventure quest to search for more mountains to "feed" on.

Great! Budget tickets to Guang Zhou, half the price of what it would have cost us if we had taken a flight to Guilin. The catch was, we would have to take a 10 hr bus/train ride to Yang Shou versus taking a 1 hour ride if we chose the latter route. That's ok. Just sleep on the overnighter. Or so we thought. 

Then guess what? It was Ching Ming Jie (tomb sweeping festival). Every 小强, 小黄 and 小明(Tom, Dick and Harry) was traveling home out of Guang Zhou. After being shoved around, witnessing locals squabble and breathing in an endless supply of 2nd hand smoke (see below), we failed to get an overnight train/bus ride to Yang Shou at the main ticketing station! *&(%^%^##!!!

So there we were stuck in dreary old Guang Zhou for an entire day and night, unable to satisfy our thirst for adrenaline pumping action. We did what we next knew best as Singaporeans - eat!

The main bus and train station at Guang Zhou (like Puduraya in KL). Not a place I'll like to be at on a regular basis. 

Locals waiting to go home for Ching Ming at the main train station in Guang Zhou.

Grumpy Mel: " Why so slow and so chaotic one? "

Quaint shanties in the back alleys of Guang Zhou.

Supper at Guangzhou. Best century egg porridge and zhu chang fen ever.

More dingy back alleys.

讲卫生？On the contrary in Guang Zhou, sad to say!

Strange milky jelly desert.

Tiam Peng sipping red bean soup.

Me and Robinson Cruso - happy to be finally on the bus heading to Yang Shou.