Having faith in Angels

Trip Start Jul 22, 2009
Trip End Ongoing

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Nanning City Hostel

Flag of China  , Guangxi Zhuang,
Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Arrived at the train station in Nanning at 7 am. It's still dark out and there are lots of people arriving and departing. Where do I find a taxi and then make them understand where I want to go?

Prior to the arrival, at about 6, they turned all the lights on in the sleeper cars and started getting every body up. I had already been awake lying in bed for a while. It had been a very poor nights sleep. I guess that happens when you are sleeping on a solid piece of wood. I hadn't paid extra for a "soft" bed. The "bed" was also skinnier then me. Try turning around on a bed like that when you're over 6 feet off the ground and the ceiling is less then 3 feet above you. I couldn't even sit up.

With everybody up I started chatting with Joy again. She grew up in Nanning but works in Shanghai as a computer salesclerk. She has a brother in Guangzhou. She was on the train to visit her parents. She doesn't see them very often as they only make the trip to visit her brother because he's the son. I sensed a sign of resentment towards this child sex hierarchy. More chatting then time to leave.

Now outside I wander in the direction of the street and find someone announcing "taxi". I show him the address of the hostel on my booking confirmation on my iPhone. He indicates, " Don't go there". Now what?

I'm standing by the side of the street when someone comes over and asks "taxi?". I indicate yes. He grabs my bag and we start weaving through traffic to the other side of the street. I almost get crushed between a large truck changing lanes and car as I try and stay with this guy. Finally across the street and in his car. I ask how much? He says four.

We take off through traffic like a bat out of hell. There are scooters zooming around like flies, barely stopping at traffic lights (where there are any). At intersections the scooters line up at the cross walk ready for a start at the Indy 500. Everyone wanting to be first away. Arrive at the address, I think, and give the driver 50 yuans. He gives me 20 back. How does 50 less 20 arrive at four? Maybe that's the only word he knows, or tells everyone.

I check the instructions on the booking confirmation to get to the hostel. Right place. Check. Right landmark to start finding place. Check. Finding place. Nope. On and on a few times. Then I understand the instructions. Off I go. Find the right building. Up the elevator to the 11th floor. I have a major problem. The door is locked and I'm almost 2 hours ahead of my estimated arrival. No one is up and I don't want to call this early. But wait! Someone is leaving. I get in. Yeah for Angels and the Akashic field that already knew when I would arrive and ensured my "angel" would decide to leave at just that moment. Timing and coincidences explained by a Law of Nature.

I wait around the lving area for a while and then Richard comes down. He's retired, from Portland in the USA, and spends his time traveling, Then Kevin and Stephanie show up. They're from New York, originally from Jamaica. Kevin starts watching the movie 2012 about the "end of the world" as described by the Mayan. Definitely no coincidence that this is the movie he picked. Fits right into my research, I'm assuming the purpose of this Asia trip of mine.

I get checked in a while later and unload my stuff in my dorm room. I decide to go exploring and take some photos. I didn't mention in yesterdays entry that I had taken my Nikon DSLR out to take the picture of my Angel and her family. When I pulled the lens cap off the UV filter was shattered. Glass all over the lens. I used my iPhone to take the posted photo. Before going for my walk I clean up the broken glass. I can't take the filter ring off because it's crushed. I must have put down the camera case a little too hard during one of the many x-ray machine checks. I carefully clean the lens of glass dust so that I don't scratch it. Then off to explore.

Take a few photos then realize that the zoom is a little stiff. Play around with that a while then I realize that the focusing servo is no longer working. The lens is DEAD!. @^*((&^$##*)(&^$$#. And all those other unprintable words. Back to the hostel. In my room I meet Shawn, from Berkley in the USA. We start chatting and find that we have very similar views of the world. This chat goes on for a while. Then we head out for supper and continue chatting.

I spent the evening posting most of the previous entries and finally figuring out how the process of uploading photos and getting them weaved throughout the entry. It's a slow process with the internet speed here.

I was also lucky in chosing this hostel as they have an "illegal" Facebook connection. It was only on their desktop computer that the website is accessible.

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