Train to Hong Kong
It’s Monday afternoon, we passed mountains looming over rice fields and Chinese flags fluttered on the roofs of houses and huge factories. The train stopped near the Great Wall of China for our mandatory photos being tourist and all. It wasn’t too much afterwards before tower blocks came into view, and right on time, as promised, the train arrived in Beijing .
Come Wednesday evening, the tourist group I was with, met back up at the largest train station in Asia, the Beijing West Station . The express train to our next destination, Hong Kong . I found the train to be a little on the cute side. Pink bedspreads in the sleeper section with nets used as curtains, very odd. I found what looked like a doily glued to the wall by my bed. I found the train guards to be quite nice and informative, but I did long for the guards I met on the Trans-Siberian train, they were intriguing because they would glare if anyone got in there way and then laugh. I didn’t know whether to be scared or amused.
My roommate was a Beijing born American who helped me out tremendously with acting as my translator. He would tell me what the guards were saying, but I did wonder at times if he was telling me everything because we were to arrive at Hong Kong an hour late, and I know my roommate must have heard the explanation, but wouldn’t tell me. I did, despite the snoring of my roommate get a good nights sleep, I believe it was due to being lulled to sleep by the motion of the train.
The next morning it was easy for our group to find the designated tourist bus which would take us and several other tourists to the 5 Star Hotels Hong Kong offers the daily throng of visitors, travellers and tourist. My ex-roommate went off on his own when we arrived in Hong Kong, no goodbyes, no explanation. No more translator.
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