About how I was driven to Wuzhou and all around Wuzhou and to a Wuzhou bus station and survived.

Every corner seems to be dug on, tiles and broken bits of concrete lie scattered around in the dust, however no workers seem to be working on it, no action going on, everything just is.
A cat tied with a thin pink string to a tree, meowing, possibly hungry.

I am starving. Again a victim of myself.
Yes, I shall walk first and eat later. Uhm. It is 12:50 now, my tummy is full of water (at least that, keep sweating like a somar v kufre, no need to peepee).

Just been to The Magical Something Pagoda.
Long forgotten, hidden at the end of the city park behind some trees and public toilets, brown leaves covering the chipped stained steps, now so lonely, empty, however it seems as if the walls could remember better times bearing respect and admiration.
A huge tortoise inhabiting its lonesome insides, a companion to the bored ticket guy, the only witnesses of the pagoda's forgotten existence.

It is starting to rain. I shall go.

Everybody spits snots.

Stood on the zebra crossing, hundreds of scooters mounted with one, two or three passengers, all wearing orange or red builders' helmets (a horse riding hat is also an option) go by or stand at the lights, and they look. Well, they look first, then they look once again and then they stare with this unintelligible expression on their face, can not put my finger on what it is.
Some smile, some say hello, some just stare, twist their heads as far as they can and they perhaps seem to wonder or contemplate, or just stare.

Zhaoqing bus station is starting to feel like my second home. everybody knows me (v. likely because I have been bugging them endlessly for the last 24 hours), still all seem v. friendly and helpful, they smile at me and wink and wave.

>>Getting a bus to Wuzhou and then to Guilin.

Ooops, the bus tickets also give you a seat number. Am being a v. annoying passenger. I think I smell too.

The Chinese characters do not feel so alien to me no more, they actually seem quite friendly, I only wonder what they mean.

This journey was fun!
I am very grateul for being sat at the main bus station at Wuzhou, what for a little while I wondered whether I ever would.

Our driver was a very kind man I got to find out and I am sure that he also is a very good driver too as I am still alive.

Most of the journey, or the part that I could observe in daylight (eventually being grateful for the night-not-light), curved and stretched and curved again down a dual carriage way with lots of holes in it and random dogs in the middle of it and endless numbers of poultry crossing it. The lines, i got to believe, were only used as some kind of (very) rough guidelines; everybody drives very safe, or perhaps rather to be safe. The point is to hoot, you can hoot for people to know that you're coming, you can hoot when overtaking someone in case the someone is not looking in the rear mirror, you can also hoot if you see a car coming onto the main road from a side road in case that driver is either looking in his rear mirror or is not looking in his rear mirror, neither in his side mirror, neither...looking period(the gees and the dogs dont get hooted at). All safe. Observation: repetitively the best way to drive appears to be the opposite way, in someones way (field, yard, etc), the "wrong" way they would say in the west(doh!).

The modern Chinese architecture strikes me as rather monstrous. Box shaped buildings covered in square or oblong variously coloured (mostly white, pink or blue) tiles, windows of which either were barred in which case they looked like prisons or were not and in that case they tented to look like public toilets.

(After the last stop before the last stop I found myself on the bus all by myself [after the skillful bus driver's chinese persuasive methods that i understood only just so they made me continue the risky journey(saying, "Guilin??Guilin??" pointing at his bus inside of his bus and I started to be slightly worried that he has fallen in love with me and wanted to drive me all the way to Guilin himself)] he just kept driving on and on and through the whole city of Wuzhou that looked like a second city on the other side of the hill but still, obviously (not so obviously at that moment), it was the same city, and after half an hour he was still driving me somewhere and I was so worried about where, telling myself in this quiet little inner voice that all is gonna be fine, that he really does have to do it, as in drive me all that far being all by self in the bus-which, as i eventually realized, he really did have to, and then, finally, he dropped me off at the long distance bus station where I patiently waited for the bus to Guilin and caused some minor havoc for simply just being there. In the waiting room, eating some bread with fried egg-whites in it to pass time I watched a Chinese history drama.