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July 4th, 2009 – by: seattlejon
Two coworkers joined me and we left Beijing on the high-speed train to Taiyuan early Saturday morning. In Taiyuan, we grabbed some KFC and caught a taxi to the Jinnan Bus station and purchased tickets to Yushe, the nearest town to 37, 113.
When we got off the bus, it was like the Beatles had landed! A crowd slowly gathered to see us and find out what we were doing there. We went into a convenience store to get some water for the rest of our hike to 37, 113 and were followed into the small shop by some of the curious onlookers. The shop owner very happily said he was glad to meet us and welcome us to the town.
When we walked out of the shop, even more onlookers had gathered. We self-consciously found a cab to take us closer to 37, 113. The driver had got back into the cab (he'd gotten out to see what the crowd was about). We asked him to take us to the train station. The train station was about 4km south of town, but 37, 113 was about 8km.
A bit further down the road, in the middle of nowhere, we asked him to drop us off. Visibly surprised, he stopped and let us out at the side of the road. He drove away slowly, observing us, as we found a dirt path into the farms to get closer to 37, 113.
The Last 4km
We followed a dirt path through farms of corn and past large rock formations. The path soon connected with a paved road which led through a very small village. The village seemed mostly deserted other than some elderly people sitting and chatting. They seemed surprised to see us walking through their village, but said nothing to us.
Once we got past the village, the road became a wide dirt path again and the nice scenery resumed.
We got to within 20m of 37, 113 without even leaving the dirt path. From there, we climbed a small rocky hill and got to the exact point our GPS said was 37°N 113°E. We celebrated a bit, surprised at how easy it had been to get there, and then started hiking back.
It was a long hike back, and we hadn't asked the taxi to come back for us, so we decided to try hitch-hiking, a first for all of us. In the small village, we stopped a flat-bed truck and asked if they were going our way. They said yes, they could take us. We hopped in and they drove us all the way to the train station. When we got out, they didn't ask for anything and then they turned around and went back the way they came. They hadn't actually been going the same way we were, but had been kind enough to help us out anyway.
While we were waiting on the platform for our train back to Taiyuan, we struck up a conversation with one of the station managers. I asked him, "How many foreigners come here per year?"
He replied, "Meiyou" (none).
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