The journey from Yangshuo to Hong Kong was a long and arduous one. After being taken to an anonymous main road in the pitch black by a taxi driver , on the authority of our tour company, we were told to stand and wait until our over night bus turned up. Some time passed as vehicles went screeching past us, big bags on back staring up the road, until finally our accommodation for the night came into the view, swung round in our direction and skidded off as soon as...

After Shanghai, the more hectic part of our journey in China commenced, as we planned to hit Hangzhou, Guilin and Yangshuo in about four days. In the words of Mike Skinner, it was all supposed to be so easyyyy. Just take the one hour train, a short bus ride, a slight walk and then hurry. That was the plan anyway. Not the perpetual nightmare that actually came to be. So much went wrong when we arrived in Hangzhou station that bullet points are the best way to re...

When we woke up on the morning of our journey from X'ian to Shanghai, it was pouring down with rain. It had been so long since we'd seen rain that it took us completely by surprise. We opted to buy some supplies for our over night train and drink the day away with a few people we'd met in Beijing. After a few beers we set off for the station, big bag and all, boarding without incident. The train journey was okay but its novelty wore off as the noise levels and ...

On the eve of our visit to the Terracotta Army, the ills of shared accommodation reared its ugly head once again. A singular man wrought such despair and destruction upon his fellow traveller that it compromised all notions of right and wrong. He just would not stop snoring. Long, loud and deep he raised hell amongst us deep into the night. One desperate, demonic gasp for breath after another filled the room until it pierced the soul and drove the mind to luna...

On the eve of our visit to the Terracotta Army, the ills of shared accommodation reared its ugly head once again. A singular man wrought such despair and destruction upon his fellow traveller that it compromised all notions of right and wrong. He just would not stop snoring. Long, loud and deep he raised hell amongst us deep into the night. One desperate, demonic gasp for breath after another filled the room until it pierced the soul and drove the mind to luna...