The broken bridge

we got up early and headed for the long-distance bus station, where we waited with the crowd for our bus to Guilin. A short, 17 hour bus ride...


It was once again a sleeper-bus and we expected to arrive in Guilin around 2AM so have made a reservation at a youth hostel.
We stopped for lunch, we stopped for dinner, we stopped to pick-up and drop-off passangers and packages in quick, off the highway-on the highway stops (people were waiting just outside the highway toll-gates in most cases).
The driver and crew smoked non-stop, the toilet on the bus gave a terrible smell that spread throughout, and at one point we got off the highway and did not return to it.
From this point on - just after dinner - the road got bumpy and full of twists and turns. Sleeping was out of the question. 1am came and went, 2am, 3am,... and we did not seem to be anywhere near our destination.
A student of business English who approached us to practice her English explained to us that the bus was taking the long rout to Guilin since the bridge was broke and there was no passage on the highway. And so at long last we arrived at Guilin at 6 in the morning, after 22 hours on the bus.

Next time, we are taking a flight!

This is me eating gepufte weizenkost (puffed wheat - Shalva)


Oh, and did we say we were eaten alive by some mysterious bug? Look at these clusters of bites. Better then an olimpic snipper.