After 28 hours on a hard sleepin train, we arrived in Guilin. The train wasn't bad, but our bunk mates were. Jim had no problem with them, but their incessant smacking, belching, loud talking and snoring were a bit much for me. Especially since a magical grandma and other quiet females were just next door. But, really, all that's a different story for a girls- only blogspot.
Guilin is just what we wanted: a languid southern town surrounded by karst mountains. Jim and I had only seen mountains like this in picture books. We found a lovely and cheap hostel here then went straight to the bus station, thinking we'd find delays and runarounds. Not so. Just a friendly lady and loads of buses. We booked one for tomorrow morning then walked around the easy city and wished we'd stayed awhile.
Tomorrow to Nanning, closer to Vietnam. Maybe Vietnam by midnight? Maybe not.
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