You’ve probably guessed it:
Last night was pretty cold.
Getting into those frozen shoes, then packing up the tent and walking through the crackling snow… really not that nice.
Anyways I warmed up a bit after a distance, and at some point got to a small settlement next to the highway:
The kid in the middle had “movement” written on his sweater. With the masks and the somber expressions on the other people’s faces, I kinda liked that.
But what’s more important, this place was an opportunity to get FOOD:
After cookies and lemonade for the last twenty four hours, I didn’t care much:
It just had to be food, and it had to be hot.
Maybe that was a mistake?
They had a plastic rocket in that little town by the highway:
I had something else going on in my bowels.
The highway just rushed by:
…as I hurriedly made my way towards my destination.
Really I didn’t want to walk anymore.
There was something else on my mind:
But I knew I had to get to my hotel asap – don’t wanna be stuck out there with a bad case of gippy tummy!
Eventually I made it to Linyi though.
I kept up the pace, shot a picture where I was trying to artistically express my criticism towards the massive littering in public places:
When I got to the hotel, there was no haggling, I just accepted their rates and rushed up to my room.
I could hear them behind me: “At which school is he teaching English? 他在哪个学校教英语?”
But I had no time for explanations.
they should ask where this guy learn chinses so good?-:)
Hehe, hast Du denn nichts von meinen Lebensmittelvergiftungen gelernt?!
David lee: Cuz I'm actually a lamb stick vendor from xinjiang? 😉
Lilu: Da lacht der hämische Sinologe!!!