The over night train left in the evening. A soft sleeper and much, much more habitable.
Its easy to tell when you get to Guillin. The city is surrounded by giant green rock formations. Green interwoven with steep, pale rock face. The city has grown around them, but to look at the whole scene, it feels the reverse. A far cry from Shanghai, the pace is slower. The roads are still dangerous.
Guillin was cold (no Shanghai concrete city warmth), but not too bad. Train station was a 10 minute walk from the hostel, when we eventually found it.
Ahead of us lay the Post-Guillin travel to Ho Chi Minh City. A train, an overnight train, a flight and a lot of lay over time. 40 hours in transit. We couldn’t face it. At the hostel we bought somewhat more expensive flights that would get us to Saigon in 11 hours. Dani and I went out to get money and cake back with a small pink celebration cake.
We stayed at the riverside hostel, which, true to its name, was right on the river.
Everything is bright lights and bling. Very much a China tourist town.
Dinner at the Forest Gump restaurant. We had duck and goose. And sat by the elevator.
Guillin is a nice little city.
