Day 13: exploring Kaifeng
We started our day in a long line at the train station only to learn that there were no night trains to Xian - because Kaifeng is a small city, they don't sell tickets to all the trains, even though they pass through! Should have read the Lonely Planet guide a little better. We adjusted our plans and bought tickets to Hangzhou where Bo would be meeting us after a couple days back home.
Bo was leaving in the afternoon but we had a lot to visit first.
First we had to exchange Rebecca's dress. Bo called the guy from the night before but we couldn't find him where he said he was. We asked Bo where his store was but it turns out he didn't have a store, just a parasol. He sold clothes by night but repaired bikes by day. We finally found him and left him the dress and should come back later for the new one.
Jerome was drawn to the stationery stores in the street, still searching for a red ink stone. We found our way to the calligraphy stores on the way to the park, but there weren't any red stones. But we did discover perfumed black ink stones.
We went to the Lingting Park to see the Dragon Pavillion, the only remainder of the palace. We learned that the palace was actually under the lake having been flooded a long time ago. Then it was Rebecca's turn to be a star and take pictures with little girls. It was starting to get annoying.
After the park, we went to pick up the dress at the man's parasol - he brought us through an alley into his room. He showed us which carton to look in for the dress because his hands were full of bike grease.
We finally saw another foreigner, an older guy from Vancouver. Our excitement left rather quickly when we understood he was doing some sex tourism...
Then we ate more baozis in a really loud place with extremely rude waitresses. From there we headed to an active temple - we were impressed. One room opened up into a garden and then into another room and so on. The final room, an octoganol building housed a thousand head and thousand arm statue. The garden was full of sculpted trees, water and rocks. We also breifly watched chanting practive with monks and lay people.
We dropped a very worried Bo off at the station. We assured him we'd be fine. We went back to the hotel and slept until the night market started up. We went back to "Mrs. Wong's" because the only thing we could order was noodles (and knew she wouldn't cheat us). We would have liked to taste what the nice man who sold us beer was making, but we couldn't understand anything...
Click here to see 'Mrs Lee's noodle making - part 2'
Click here to see 'Mrs Lee's noodle making - part 3'
Bo was leaving in the afternoon but we had a lot to visit first.
First we had to exchange Rebecca's dress. Bo called the guy from the night before but we couldn't find him where he said he was. We asked Bo where his store was but it turns out he didn't have a store, just a parasol. He sold clothes by night but repaired bikes by day. We finally found him and left him the dress and should come back later for the new one.
Jerome was drawn to the stationery stores in the street, still searching for a red ink stone. We found our way to the calligraphy stores on the way to the park, but there weren't any red stones. But we did discover perfumed black ink stones.
We went to the Lingting Park to see the Dragon Pavillion, the only remainder of the palace. We learned that the palace was actually under the lake having been flooded a long time ago. Then it was Rebecca's turn to be a star and take pictures with little girls. It was starting to get annoying.
After the park, we went to pick up the dress at the man's parasol - he brought us through an alley into his room. He showed us which carton to look in for the dress because his hands were full of bike grease.
We finally saw another foreigner, an older guy from Vancouver. Our excitement left rather quickly when we understood he was doing some sex tourism...
Then we ate more baozis in a really loud place with extremely rude waitresses. From there we headed to an active temple - we were impressed. One room opened up into a garden and then into another room and so on. The final room, an octoganol building housed a thousand head and thousand arm statue. The garden was full of sculpted trees, water and rocks. We also breifly watched chanting practive with monks and lay people.
We dropped a very worried Bo off at the station. We assured him we'd be fine. We went back to the hotel and slept until the night market started up. We went back to "Mrs. Wong's" because the only thing we could order was noodles (and knew she wouldn't cheat us). We would have liked to taste what the nice man who sold us beer was making, but we couldn't understand anything...
Click here to see 'Mrs Lee's noodle making - part 2'
Click here to see 'Mrs Lee's noodle making - part 3'
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