Communism is a croc - China


My venturing to the markets was interesting. Like Thailand they had English when convenient for them. Especially "sellers English", for example - "special price for you...", "no, no money for that price" "no joke prices mister". I'm glad I had my Irish friend there the first time because she was better at bargaining than I was.
There were some other cool people at my hostel too, like an Afghan guy I was talking to earlier about Bollywood movies and NZ (after talking about Bride and Prejudice) and an eccentric German(?) woman who thought Hitch was the funniest movie in the world.



On my second to last night, I ventured onto the subway, (which I wish I did sooner, because it was comparatively simpler than Tokyo and Seoul's) in search of Peking Duck. I had a look at a shoe shop, and was convinced into buying some Reebok trainers. I talked them down to $15NZD so I was feeling happy with myself, but then on the long walk back (I was wearing them) the bottom bit of the sole came off (you know how they usually have different coloured bits on the sole, well the grip came off.) So annoyed! Especially after all the soul searching I had been doing about what to do with my faithful Airwalks that had seen me halfway up Mt Fuji and 10kms along the Great Wall, and how I felt like I was betraying them.

Anyhow, the following day I decided to go to the Summer Palace. After not a lot of help from the hostel staff, I headed that way. There were a few things I would have like to have done had I had the time, but of course it took a longer time to get there than I expected. However on the positive side, I meet a couple of helpful English speaking Chinese people who helped me get back, and restored some of my faith that people weren't just out to get my money.

Once I made it back to pick up my bags, I started to head to the airport. The staff at my hostel couldn't provide me any information on whether there were any more airport shuttles at that time, so I took a taxi to the bus stop. Turns out there wasn't, but because I couldn't read Chinese, I wasn't going to believe the very persistant taxi driver, and would rather wait, especially as I was not in a rush, because my flight was not until the next morning. Of course the taxi driver kept on persisting and got annoyed at me, and I got annoyed at him. So once I had confirmation that there were no more buses (from the bus dropping people off) I "went halves" with a Air hostess with very limited English, of course we didn't take the taxi of the annoying driver. I say halves, because it ended up that we both paid the full fare each, rather than 50/50. But it is hard to argue with someone who doesn't speak your language. So I paid him, and said something in a language he may or may not have understood. Funnily enough he dropped me about 100 metres away from the terminal where there was someone with a trolley conveniently waiting. The person put my luggage on the trolley, and then wouldn't let me push it. When we got the airport, she expected a tip. I told her that it wasn't America, and I wasn't American, and I hadn't asked her to take my luggage, so get stuffed. Of course she wasn't so impressed. Anyhow I spent the night in the airport, so I didn't miss my flight, as planned. I had to put up with scouts trying to get me to come and stay in their airport hotel, but it wasn't so close, and I was wary. I was even less convinced when they tried to sell me on the fact I could have a massage, and indicated the massusse had a large bust.