Not many of the backpackers here wanted to attempt the bus, but Nicole and I have been impressed with the willingness of the people to help wayward westerners. So we set off with the Chinese names of where we wanted to go, and plenty of hope.
Luckily, it turned out to be a complete disaster. When we got off at our appointed station, we could not find the right bus, mainly because it was no longer running. The substitute route, unmarked in our instructions, left from the back corner of a cavernous bus station. How would we ever find it?
The key was simply to walk around the bus station looking like a complete idiot (difficult for you, perhaps, but we find it comes quite naturally). Within a few minutes of wandering, and all sorts of people pointing us in this direction or that, and we easily found the new bus. In fact, no less than five people piled off it to study our Chinese directions, and pantomimed us into getting on.
We owe them all a big favor, because there's nothing more wonderful than looking at a panda. I, being a part time journalist, might be prone to cynicism. I know a few colleagues who could eyeball a panda playing with a ball and say, "Great, it's a panda, very cute, now where's the bar?" But not me. Those roly-poly little fur balls are absolutely delightful.
Sadly, though, their environment is shrinking and if
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2 comments:
I love a good panda myself - adorable!!
Your repeated mentions of the smog and pollution in China have touched me. Everyone is appalled that the US didn't sign the Kyoto Protocol - and for this exact reason. Under-developed countries like China will be able to continue polluting as much as they like.
Thanks, Kay. I was worried that my repeated mentions of smog and pollution were getting a little monotonous...
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