reiselust - The Golden Route parents visit to China. After the two have directly received from a work colleague of my father once served goose feet (it tastes like Mom). Shanghai is now of course not only visited but also the first detailed surrounding areas. The popular destinations Hangzhou, Qiandaohu (Lake of the Thousand Islands) and Huangshan (Yellow Mountains) should be first on the program. I had already taken care model to a hostel in Hangzhou, but the journey was nevertheless problematic than hoped, because the required bus drove from the station but not from a few meters away. Wisely, we were all three heavily loaded (of course my guys to have to bring the computer) And after a few harried and sweaty minutes (about 37 degrees with not less humidity), we found by chance our bus. The hostel was better than my parents had expected at first sight and then stroll along the famous West Lake first diligently. Water games, there were dozens of Chinese tourists do the same as the photos of darn good-looking foreigners wanted (us). To brave the heat for a beer after the other in a beer garden was empty on the shore, and were supported by a pile Ninja Squirrel besieged the hopped over again about trees and umbrellas to capture our peanuts.
was entitled to quiet it does not stay long, and of course the next morning I dragged my parents back to the bus station from which it was to go to the acclaimed Qiandaohu. Once there, we were then confronted with a few essential questions. Where is now stayed and where the ferry goes to the Huangshan Mountains. The Touristendock of which we knew that from there the ferry leaves no doubt, was quickly found, but where was the right yard? Holiday Inn slipped to the next (on a track can not be overlooked welding), the concierge was there questioned then. He circled us on the business card of the hotel then relatively quickly looking dock, but his colleague said it would also have a new one. The three German sausages are then sweated walk through half the town (saw on the Business Card all much less of) to see that the old dock had actually seen for some time neither ships nor customers. Then we treated ourselves to a taxi to the new dock. Thank God, because this was still a lot located outside the city. Near the docks, we found also an acceptable and relatively empty hostel (I had the entire 6-Dorm for me alone), from where we then were able to leave early enough for the 6:30 ferry. The hostel was in a newer resort located for Chinese tourists and evening mass gabs then there also nice program. Water fight. Topic: All the foreigners me (at least I felt that way, but my mother said, a few Chinese had become wet)
In the morning we went with locals on the ferry across the lake. Beside me sat a Chinese woman with painted fingernails and skillfully worst Bauer foot plant what you can imagine. In the case of not a few occasions when I could follow their telephone conversations, it rained only in this way Fäkalwörter and threats. The ferry was between of dead times to fish for a fish out of water, which immediately chopped, cooked and eaten by the Chinese was. The lake itself is not ugly, gave me not awake, and after 5 hours of navigation, my legs were dyed red as a lobster in a fine. But also made from nothing more, because it should indeed follow within hours of climbing stairs with heavy luggage (without breakfast or other meals), in which schrabbelte my shorts always on the sunburn. The view from the Huangshan was very nice to the point, however, a little unfortunate, as it in high summer, the sea mist enveloping the hail-shaped mountain peaks and the famous and often reproduced in traditional paintings Landscape make up missed. Thus, it is better to venture in the spring or fall to the Yellow Mountains. Colder it is then. Moreover, the old Ostseilbahn is only 12 clock. You should consider if you want to leave early. So we were puzzled by 10 clock at the lift and had the choice: wait 2 hours for the cable car, or walk down the stairs 800 meters. As a genuine non-pussies, we decided for the latter course. Anyone who believes a half hours to climb stairs was exhausting, the insured is that the muscles go down as a result of two hours is a lot nastier stairs. After all, before the first cable car I reached down, and then it went back on the bus to Shanghai. Instead of the six-hour drive there were seven and a half to limit thanks to countless breaks, strange occurrences at motorway service stations, and not closing bus doors to the maximum speed of 50 km / h (I felt like I was in the far-from more boring place of Speed: Slow!)
in Shanghai was the first move as little as possible, and it was again invited by Papis colleagues. Second-tallest building in Shanghai with brilliant views of one of the best sunsets in weeks, first-class barbecue restaurant with cancer, shrimp, oysters and the best beef steak. Ahhh Home Sweet Home.
