Jinghong-- last chinese stop.

Trip Start Sep 19, 2007
Trip End Jan 19, 2008

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Monday, November 26, 2007

Once we arrived to Jinghong we went to the first hotel we found. I really wanted a proper toilet, as i was in that time of the month. It took us a while to make ourselves understood, but in the end we got a double room in a hotel that seemed to be full of chinese soldiers.

WE walked around and found a place to have a breakfast, we had a couple of noodle soups and chiel found a worm on his. That was really crap, but maybe i had also one in mine and ate it. Never mind. Just round the corner we found the forest cafe, a place ran by a chinese lady who speaks perfect English, and is into all the healthy cuisine and she also bakes her own bread. I thought that i had found paradise when she said she could baked garlic bread for me for the following day. She gave us a city map and also lots of information. We were planning to go trekking with her, but decided not to do it because we were getting a bit frustrated with our visa situation as we did not have a entry stamp on our visa, and it was all a bit weird, so we decided to go directly to the border, in case we would have any problems have time to solve them. After sara's cafe we went to the Manting Park, it is really nice, and it has even a jungle inside the park, a little zoo, with two crazy bears. I think they are being used for animal experiments, he was waiving his head from one side to the other of his cell. Acting really crazy the poor thing. The park also had a tea house, and a few gardens and a kind of theater where nice shows were put on, but quite expensive too. I really wonder how chinese people can afford this prices, because they have the same price in this park as well. it is a real shame because chinese people make a really good use of parks, by excercising and also socialising, but this one is way to expensive.

it seems that in this park also the newly weds come here to get their wedding pictures taken. thjis place is also quite idillyc but as i said a real shame that no more people can afford to visit it. This park was the imperial Garden of Dai king, and it has 1300 years history. After the park we went to have lunch to a thai restaurant that is being ran by a chinese lady who's boyfriend is belgian but has been living in china, on a off for a few years. Well we spent there about two hours, and the food was excellent, we were ratting off the psb and other chinese staff. If felt really good to be talking bad about the chinese government.

In the evening we went to see sarah and tell her that we have decided not to go trekking and to tell her that we will be having breakfast at her place the following day, and then taking the bus to Mengla, the place at the chinese - lao border.

chiel fall asleep really early and i was writing the diary just to entertain myself as chinese telly is not really easy to understand. Following day we were talking everything easy and went looking for a bank to get some travellers cheques cashed, as they told us that in Laos is quite difficult to cash them. I don't remember that but things change so i decided to believe people. chiel went around from one bank to the other, and in the end he was not able to cash them, because the chinese staff at both banks were useless as he said after 40 minutes of walking around.
Finally we made it to the station and a minivan was calling out Mengla Mengla and we got in, and paid to the driver. We were really lucky because apparently it was the last bus of the day. In our bus there was two icelandic boys and another foreigner, but he was older and from England, quite a weird type.

The chinese lady who was seating next to the driver was really rude, everybody was putting their luggage inside the bus, and also under the seats, and inside the luggage compartment but when i went to leave my bad, everybody igonre me and told me to get in the bus. So i decided not to wait anymore and got on the bus with my big rucksack and place it behind the driver's seat. After a while chiel did the same and so did the English and the Icelandic people. The chinese lady started shouting and pointing at chiel's backpack saying that had to be at the top of the bus, but she was really going off, acting like a mad whale. In the end the English guy put his luggage on the top of the bus. I did not understand why the bricks and the rice had to be in the storage place and our luggage on the roof, without being properly locked or secured.

Nevermind after a while the lady calmend down and i was even talking to her asking her questions about when wwould we arrive to mengla, and so on.

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