Today we leave the lovely Pingyao, a small town that gave us some respite after a few days in multimillion Beijing. Leave stocks is much more difficult than to get. Purchase a seat on the "hard SEAT "(in either of the two pojezdow) to the capital was hardly border on the miraculous. That is why two days ago, immediately after their arrival we bought 4 tickets for returning direct flight (what a generosity & solidarity) and the remaining eight note (martyrs) goes to Taiyuan (150km from Pingyao), and there is looking for happiness (= tickets for the onward route)
The journey begins with more than an hour visit at the station, because our train is firmly overdue. Up to Taiyuan reach at 15 th place from 14th. squeeze August by the ultra-crowded hall and run for cash. Mily man from train operating on a sheet of print timetables. When we decide on a specific train (about 21 of the Taiyuan) Mr. nice becomes a master przemilym. He takes it to a, it goes the cash and buys us a desirable tickets. What a service. So it should be on every station.
And the best for last. In Beijing we will be at 8 am. More than two hours before the "air Quartet, the quartet who is on our" see you in Beijing, "replied" if you will arrive. " He laughs best who laughs last ... For a moment we even straw idea, that of the 10 that go to a station and to welcome their "banner", "Magdalena". To see their expressions ... priceless.
Taiyuan, contrary to what she said a Chinese woman from the train, is not at all "bjutiful siti. Short walk we finish in the sub-tavern (on the "parent" we are too scant purse), in which the staffs are quite specific (read: extremely Tepa). Podawszy three of the five ordered dan, Mrs waitress walks up to us and broken angielszczyzba asks: "Hello, what do you want to eat?". Each zdebialby heard this question in the middle of the meal. For nothing seem to translate, display the menu, counting on fingers or whatever. I know what a thousand hits (hungry Pole Pole is bad. Always.) Lucy takes the difficult task to visualize Chinese dullness that is enrolled on a piece of what really want to consume. Sorry - you are extremely resistant to translation. We pay for what in fact hosted on our table and exit.
Lupa in the waiting room in the Dominion, which, as usual, gathered a crowd of curious Chinese people. 45 minutes before departure, the queue forms to the gates. As always, no stove illegal arms, from which water runs into the queue Chinese kombinatorzy. Fortunately, we do pretty good investment in the "big race", which began half an hour before departure. This allows us to move up the backpacks before the Chinese are there wladuja their "bags of sand." We sit in our comfortable chairs (which we bought, in contrast to "Wolski" and "Grobelnych") and standard pykamy in a thousand, and played with. In the absence of Andreyevich wins the whole pot ...
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