Hunan cooking tip: next time you eat rice, spare the soy sauce. Instead, mix a little bit of red wine vinegar with a good hot sauce or chilli paste. Dip your chopsticks in a little bit of the mixture before each bite of rice.
I am staying next door in a small, clean, cheap guesthouse. My room in Hong Kong was smaller, dirtier, and cost five times as much. Economics is amazing.
It took lot longer to find a bicycle than I had hoped. In the past, I have only bought cheap bikes. This time I wanted a decent bike, but not too expensive. The first two shops I went to were only selling thousand yuan and up import mountain bikes. Other people pointed me to second hand places where you could get a bike for ten yuan. I wanted neither. Finally I found a place selling mid-range mountain bikes and a few other odds and ends. I picked up a normal looking, well made new bike for the comparatively hefty price of 500 yuan ($75 CAD).
I admit, I have buyers anxiety. Whenever I buy something important I worry endlessly that it may not be the right one. I doubted my bike, took it back to the store, nearly returned it, then decided to just get it adjusted. I'm glad I did; it has served me very well today. I forgot to take a picture, but I'll grab one tomorrow.
Two years ago Changsha was blazingly, insufferably hot. Today was chilly enough for a jacket, but not for long underwear or a scarf. It cleared up later in the day and I even got some sunshine.
I finally got on the road at about 2:00pm. I have realized an interesting truth about asking directions in China. Everyone knows how to get around a city, but nobody knows how to get out of it. Ask directions to a bus station half way across town: no problem. Ask how to get to a village two kilometres outside the city limits: you're crazy. I suppose most people travel from town to town by bus, so it pays more to know where the bus station is than the next town.
Either way, getting out of big cities is a mess. Downtown is simple, and the roads in the country are simple, but there is fuzzy world in between that body quite controls.
Below is a view of the Xiang river on my way out of Changsha. Just before I took this picture I noticed a Daoist monk listening to an MP3 player. That must be a good omen. I wonder what he was listening to? Taylor Swift, I hope.
The road today passed through soft rolling hills, scattered with a few factories, vegetable gardens and fish ponds. I passed one enormous construction crane factory, and one row of summer homes for the ridiculously rich, bedecked with bronze cupids and meticulously trimmed hedges.
I only biked for three and a half hours today before the sun began to creep threateningly towards the appartment buildings of Ningxiang.
As she showed me my room, the woman running the guesthouse picked up the TV remote and asked, "Do foreigners know how to use these?"
I know I'm in the country.
Regards,
Niko