I had heard that Hangzhou had a fake Eiffel Tower and I have always been a little bit curious about it and so today my curiosity was sated.

Even although I knew I was going to see this French town it still comes as a bit of a surprise and very odd but also fascinating.

There is also a French themed park which has a Chateau, a church and many French style buildings, but the park was empty apart from many young couples having their wedding snaps taken which I guess is cheaper to come here than go to see the real thing.

There is even a beach where you can lie on a deck chair and just watch the world go by.

Walking down through Hangzhou today I came across this picture, not what I expected…..

When she snuffed it Scotland partied like it was 1999………..

Got here yesterday afternoon and it was foggy and warmer. Got a taxi from the bus station to the hotel which turns out to be an apartment block that has been turned into serviced apartments. It’s OK but we are very close to the high speed train station which is one of the reasons for this location. The unfortunate thing is that we are on a busy intersection and so the traffic is noisy and the horns are a fucking nuisance.

We headed to West Lake one of the main attractions here and went for a stroll around there for a bit until we felt weary and then returned to the room for a quiet night. Today we will explore more.

Who says that China does not have freedom of speech, not sure if you could get away with this sign in the west in the entrance of the the hotel………

Today was very different from the other day, it was wet and misty and the mountain had disappeared and so when we got onto the cable car we had no idea where we were going.

Before that Catherine and I walked to the bus station to get the bus to the foot of the mountain. We met this wee Chinese guy called Simon that we had spoken to the other day and he had told us to go to the west of the mountain rather than the east as we had first planned and we took his advice and in hindsight maybe we shouldn’t have. This morning he was trying to convince us to not go up the mountain but to go with him to a small village because for one reason it would be cheaper than going up the mountain and secondly, we would not see anything up the mountain and thirdly he was Christian. And so shortly afterwards the wee turd sent this message.

I will send Simon a more detailed message after we have checked out. Anyway it’s always good to get feedback.

We got to the cable car and were watching the porters carrying many things up the stairs and they were really struggling and the bamboo looked like it would break at any moment. Some of these guys had huge calf muscles that looked like they could crack walnuts with a single look.

This is the only way to get supplies and luggage up to the mountain hotels.

One good thing today was that it was quieter although there were still many people and many tour groups. I think the views from this side of the mountain would have also been spectacular but I will have to return one day and hopefully the sun will be shining.

But after returning to the hotel my body feels like it has seen enough of stairs and will be very happy when we arrive at our next destination tomorrow which is Hangzhou, the bad news is that we need to be up bright and early to catch the 7 am bus.

Woke up this morning feeling a little bit weary but not too bad considering, but I was starving. Catherine and I went for breakfast at 8am and Stuart stayed in bed because something he ate last night did not agree with him.

Toast and banana for breakfast which is is a good start to the day. Catherine and I headed off for a wander back up towards the mountain to see if we could get close to the waterfall that we could see on the map but unfortunately the map is not to scale and so we didn’t quite reach it, however we did find a path the followed and crossed the road that leads to the cable car we used yesterday.

After a few short climbs the legs began to protest a little and it was quite clear that we would not be doing to much hill climbing today. We came across a sign saying “Hot Springs” and so we followed this moss covered, lichen covered stone trail which followed the course of the river through tall trees peppered with bamboo. It was really good to walk along here just the two of us chatting and listening to the birds and the occasional bus fleeing up the road above.

There were many small birds but so difficult to follow as the nervously flitted from branch to branch or from tree to tree. If we had more time I’m sure we could have followed this path for many hours but our bodies were not up for the challenge. On the way back to town we went back and had some lunch and bought supplies for tomorrow and then it was back to the hotel for coffee and chocolate.

After an early night last night we got up early to go for a walk up Yellow Mountain which is one of the most beautiful and impressive places I’ve been to.

We got to the bottom of the mountain about 9am and we got a ticket very easy, it looked busy but we walked straight into get the cable car to the first station about a third of maybe even a quarter of the way up the mountain and then we had to figure out where to go. The cable car ride was great and took about 15 mins and you immediately get a sense of what the mountain has to offer. The autumnal colours against the sheer granite cliffs with pine-trees hanging off them perfectly perpendicular.

We headed up and had our first encounter with the crowds, which is the only real downside of coming here. At times you are just stuck in a people jam and you can’t go forwards or backwards. This happened at one narrow point when we were just about to leave a rest area, the problem was being caused by two porters carrying about ten suitcases up the hill.

The finally stopped absolutely exhausted and no wonder. All over the mountain you can get your very own sedan chair ride and I think it was around 100rmb for two hours, I was nearly tempted on our way back.

We were heading for the “Fairy Bridge” which is a small bridge connecting the path over a gorge. It’s quite a walk to get there and it took us nearly three hours to return from that point and we were all very happy when we got back down to the cable car station.

Along the way we were up and down dale walking through beautiful scenery that would often disappear due to the low cloud coming up the sheer cliffs and obscuring the view. This place is magical and you can see where many of the Chinese artists got their inspiration from after visiting.

We made it back home in one piece feeling weary but satisfied with ourselves that we had climbed so much far up and down the mountain, it was a great day and you know many of the people on the mountain were old Chinese, older than us and some even had gammy legs but they still make the effort.

An early start this morning, up at 5 am for an early breakfast so that we can get to the bus station in plenty of time to get the bus to Yellow Mountain. I’m not looking forward to the bus trip due to the fact that the Chinese can’t drive for shit.

The journey would take about 4 to 5 hours and and so far as I sit on the bus it’s not an enjoyable experience. The drivers seem compelled to blast the horn at every vehicle they pass or want to pass. On the narrower roads they constantly scare the shit out of pedestrians as the walk along the road.

After two hours we pull into a petrol station for a break. Up until now I have had a free seat beside me but unfortunately some Peasants join our bus and one sits beside me and immediately falls asleep and begins to snore. I have given her a kick a few times and also an elbow or two to try and stop her but it doesn’t seem to working too well but I’ll persevere.

The second driver we have is worse than the first one and can’t keep the bus in between the lanes and so the warning system is going off all the time.

My patience is wearing thin and I hope I can make it to the terminus before killing someone.

Oh did I mention that the peasant bedside me smells.

The week started with me bumping the mole on my left side with the sharp end of the soap believe it or not and I thought it had come off but it just looked a little angry. I sent pictures to my doctor in Ipswich to ask him to have a look and he was good enough to get back to me the next day to let me know that the mole looked benign but to keep an eye on it over the coming weeks to see if it looked better or worse and if I wasn’t returning to Australia soon for him to check it then I should find someone nearby that can. It does look a little better and not so angry.

I also bought some winter clothes to replace some old looking ones that had seen better days and also because I will be going to Yellow Mountain in a few days when Catherine and Stuart arrive. It is time for an autumn adventure across China, more of that to come in the next week or so.

I bought all the train tickets and bus tickets and I even booked my train from Hong Kong back to Shanghai which will take around 9 hours. It’s almost quicker than taking the plane by the time you factor in all the waiting time and the transit time between bus, plane, train and bus to get me back home.

So tomorrow is Monday once more and so that means absolutely nothing to me because I’ll get up as usual and have breakfast and go to the park and ease into the day as one does. Tomorrow I will have to buy some HKD and a few things for the trip and of course I really should see what I’m going to take with me on my trip.

We will be starting in Yellow Mountain and then going to Hangzhou and then to Guilin and finally Yangshuo. I’m just hoping that the weather is kind to us and I don’t really have to wear my new wet weather gear.