Another night of the elevator-symphony had gone by, and so there I was, not suffering anymore, and on the road again.
I guess it’s too easy to forget about real misery unless it’s in your face:
Where do they come from, all the unwanted and lost? – Every place in the world seems to have them.
Chinese folks get really surprised when I tell them that we have homeless people in Germany as well.
I guess it doesn’t make much sense to them.
Well, miserable or not, the sun still shines down upon all of us:
I rolled up my sleeves, hoping for an early tan.
People were outside playing Chinese chess:
At one junction, this plastic palm tree actually really made me feel like…
Ha, and I laughed my head off at these poor girls:
They were sitting there drinking tea in a truck that has “safety first 安全第一” written all over it, and their driver had taken off with the front wheels.
Now that’s safe driving at its best!
Later I stumbled across this:
And below, in fading red English letters: “simple.”
I still wanted to get to the Terracotta Army, so I did the simplest thing – I kept walking:
Some kids had just gotten off school in the afternoon:
Upon watching this footage of myself bouncing down the highway saying “hallo!” to everyone in sight, I realized this might look idiotic.
But anyways, I think I’m happy this way.
There was a place called Hongmenyan 鸿门宴 up on a hill:
This was about two guys more than 2200 years ago, plotting to overthrow the dynasty of the legendary first emperor Qin Shihuang 秦始皇.
One of the two guys, a guy named Xiang Yu 项羽, would perish.
The other one, a certain Liu Bang 刘邦, would later go on to establish the immensely powerful Han-dynasty (汉 206BC-220AD), and thus define the shape of China for centuries to come.
This particular memorial site was pretty dull though:
Nothing older than a couple of decades here, and not a single other person around.
You feel like you’ve seen this guy before though:
He knows, I’m getting closer and closer to the real Terracotta Warriors.
Well as you can see on the map, the road wasn’t that easy later on in the day.
I had missed a turn before and now needed to follow a footpath that led winding through the villages and the valleys:
Funny kids and funny foreigners everywhere, huh?
When I got to the hotel I was aiming at, the night guard told me it had shut down over the Spring Festival season and not re-opened yet.
He was so kind as to crawl out of his pad and show me the way to another place though, a place hidden in a dark alley, a place very interesting:
What do you know – I would be staying at a guesthouse run by the PLA Air Force.
Nothing different from a regular hotel though:
Except for the bed sheets.