Chengdu has been great. Since we arrived on Monday we’ve mixed our time between activity, planning and relaxing really well. Of course even when balancing these three staples of life on the open road you inevitably feel like you’re not dedicating enough time to any one of them but it’s the only way to stay sane.
In this place more than anywhere else it feels like we’re a part of the travelling community and we’ve met loads of wonderful people just kicking it around the hostel.
First amongst those are Amy and Paul, a couple from Bolton, who we’ve had a right laugh with. Paul was even kind enough to school me on a few riffs on the guitar one afternoon which I’m hoping to jam through each time I spot a hostel guitar. We also met Julia, a traveller from Nebraska who we were going to head Jiuzhaigou National Park with before she found out she needed to leave the country to get a visa extension. We crossed paths again with an awesome Irish couple who we’d have dearly loved to have spent more time with but always seemed to be heading in different directions, and who would have thought that George, our friend from the Trans-Mongolian, would wander in to the hostel yesterday afternoon?
Today sees us en route to Leshan to see the biggest Buddha in the world [chap is carved out of a cliff face] with Renata, Flor, Monique and Josh. A Chinese Jet-Li action movie keeps the bus entertained and I stink of over-priced oranges…