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Xiían 18.00 oíclock
Iím not up that early. Sleep until 6.30! I have the rest of my black laundry done. Am in the side street and find a stand where they sell some sort of burgers. With meat and eggs. Do I want this spice? She lets me smell. XXX. Itís a bit strange to eat that kind of stuff in the morning, but two of those can keep me going until lunch? I buy one of the large pancakes for lunch. Then a quick shower and have the black clothes washed out and the white handed over to the staff. 10 RMB and itíll be finished this afternoon. I pack the backpack. Two bottles of water.
Looking for a taxi to the railway station from where the bus leaves. One stops. To the railway station. No way, impossible. What now? Canít I just hire a cab? No, apparently not. Nobody has told me that. Only that itís around 12-15 RMB. I walk a bit and is talked to by a scooter driver, who is parked beside some taxis. Where are you going? To the railway station. Thatís OK, 15 kuai. FIFTEEN! You got to be kidding, then I take a taxi (if I can), Iíll give you 10. After some consideration he accepts. Maybe itís too much, but itíll be an interesting trip Ė I hope.
And then I sit at the back of this small electrical scooter, which can do 20-25 km/h. Not more than 20 carrying this weight. And then he twist trough the traffic. ĺ round the round-a-bout I could have done too, but when he presses transverse the traffic through the cars and goes against the direction in a one way street, I have to admit heís good! Weíre not going fast, but much faster than a taxi would have done. He makes the most of it by having a smoke in the meantime.
Compared to his thanks Iíve payed double prize, but who cares?
I walk through the city gate and cross to the station. The expression: there was a million people, which we uses every now and then is quite suitable here. In Xiían lives 6,3 million and a big part of them seems to be on their way out or back today Ė itís a minor chaos. A train has just arrived. I canít see any busses. Where should the bus stop be? No, I havnít marked it on my map Ė just forgotten. I walk a bit in the most likely direction and suddenly I get a faint glimpse of a row of busses above all the people. The first one is 306, which I need, and itís just ready for boarding. Iím one of the first to enter.
It goes by the highway, so it takes less than an hour.
The visit at the Terracotta Warriors is a mixed pleasure. I hadnít really prepared, so I had no expectations. So when I put my foot in Pit no.1, which is something like a big sports arena, where all the floor which is 200 x 60 m is filled with the excavations, it takes my breath. Itís amazing. But when this first overwhelming impression is gone thereís not much more in it. Pit no.2 and Pit no.3 are smaller and smaller and the exhibition of exhibits disappointing. When 1000 people moves around for some time (itís the same faces I see again and again) then it gets more and more crowded the smaller the buildings get Ė and they do.
And I was even here early!
After sitting in the shadow (itís summer according to a Danish scale)
and having eaten, I pass on. The exit brings you trough a labyrinth of
tourist shops and loose salesmen. Hello. Only 1$ Sir. You want buy?
Once I have to get rough. Wo bu yao! Ė I donít want to. And when this doesnít work, I stop: BU YAO! Some Chinese laugh, and she moves away. The bus is there and leaves after 5 min. Perfect.
I go back to the cycle shop and have my rear break fixed, I canít do it myself. Was afraid it needed a new spring in one side. How much is that? It was nothing, itís for free. Like you could experience it in Denmark 50 years ago. Hurra.