The Terracotta Warrior Army
Xi'an Travel Blog› entry 15 of 39 › view all entries
So, off to Xi'an it is.
We checked out of our hostel at midday but our train didnt leave until 9.30pm so we put our bags into the hostel's storage room and went off to visit the fabled Silk Street Market. We didn't have any intention to buy anything all we wanted to do was take a gander at all the things they had for sale. The market is actually indoors, set over 6 floors in a huge mall type building, with each floor selling different items.
After our very successful shopping trip we headed back to the hostel to get some food and chill out a bit before catching a taxi to the station. The train ride itself was ok, we got two top bunks as nothing else was avilable but at least they were in the same cabin. We arrived on Thursday at 10am, half hour later than scheduled. The hostel we had booked into said they would pick us up from the station so we disembarked the train and followed the crowd out, eagerly looking for our name being waved on a piece of paper.
onto an area where all the cargo from the train was being unloaded. Oh dear, no one was here to collect us, we didnt have the hostels address written down and we didnt have the number to call them *scratches head* what do we do?? Rachel wandered about, seeing if they were standing somewhere else and spoke to someone from another hostel that was there to collect someone but didnt have any joy. She eventually found someone who told us to walk inside the city wall (there is a huge castle type wall that encircles the town) and turn right. With these detailed directions(!) we started walking. Just inside the wall we came across a western woman and decided to ask her if she happened to know of the hostel we were after.
It was a fifteen minute walk to the hostel, which is housed in an old communist barracks. We checked in and found that someone had waited two hours for us (sorry!) and that the station was actually not far from where we had been waiting. We always seem to have problems getting to our hostel! Later that day we took a walk down to the muslim quarter. We walked down tiny streets filled with people, avoided the huge potholes in the road, dodged the many many bikes & cars impatiently tooting their horns to try and get through the crowd. We saw many little shops, selling some strange looking food, street vendors selling squid on skewers and stalls with duck heads waiting to be bought *vomits*.
On a bit of a different subject, I have to mention a downside to being in China. Staring. Now I get that we are going to stick out like a poodle in a pigeon race and are going to attract some looks but could you please look at my FACE!! Every man we pass stares at a point about half a foot below my face, yep my boobs. Yes I am wearing strappy tops, and yes men are programmed to look, but here its in a different league. The men stop in front of you and just stare, blatently at your chest. Even when I'm covered up, they still look. Ggggrrrrrrrrrrrr.