Today was a travel day.
So, instead of leaving you with no pictures, or the horribly underexposed and unfocused pictures from our bus trip, I’m going to post more pictures from our adventure yesterday at the park. Since they pretty much don’t need an accompanying explanation 😉
We have arrived in Guilin. And are now settled into our hotel here which is quite nice, has soft(er) beds and *insert trumpets blaring* has internet access that doesn’t drop out every 37 seconds. I am so grateful I have my itty bitty laptop because neither of the hotels have had a computer in the room. But I’m going to give my mac daddy desktop the biggest, fattest hug when I get home.
The bus ride here was surprisingly pleasant. I was hesitant to change our plans from the train to the bus because, well, a train sounds just nicer than a bus, doesn’t it? But due to the large, ahem, volume of our luggage, it was recommended that we travel by bus, in order to be assured all our bags would arrive when we did. So the bus it was… a 5 hour ride that ended without incident, nor necessitation of a barf bag. Suh-weet. It’s the little things sometimes, isn’t it?
But our actual arrival at the bus station was the most anxiety provoking incident this trip. At least this side of the Beijing airport. We were given specific instructions by our Nanning guide for our arrival into Guilin: get off the bus, grab your luggage and stay right there to wait for our Guilin guide. So we did just that. Except, no one mentioned that we’d be mobbed like the Jonas Brothers. And not because we’re pretty.
We did arrive early. At least that’s what I kept telling myself as a growing crowd of people surrounded us, with one particularly stern looking gentleman within one foot of my face, staring. Just staring.
How early did we arrive? Where the heck is that guide? Why does my dang iPhone have no service anywhere in China? Why didn’t I pay more attention to that Rosetta Stone?
Ladies, men, young and old, asking us questions (I assume), pointing to Vivi, or just flat out staring. It was seriously painful for a couple of shy folks like Asher and myself. And although my head knew that culturally, staring and getting in another’s grill is considered perfectly acceptable, and that no one meant any harm, my fight or flight response went into full deployment. Of course, I proceeded to neither fight nor flight. All I did was stand there and pit out my shirt like Old Faithful.
At last our guide arrived. I wanted to jump into her arms and hug her. Vivi had become very anxious by all the onlookers and sweet Asher, who is normally cool as a cucumber was undoubtedly ruffled.
We’re such small town goobers.
So here we are, settled and praising Him for a virtually incident free travel day. And looking forward to a yummy dinner with the Trowers who run An Orphan’s Wish 🙂