Xi'an to Chengdu

My hostel was in a nice old building which had been saved redevelopment (being knocked down) by the fact that it was used by the comunists as a headquaters for resistence during the anti-japonese war (world war two).
There is a plaque which gets a few domestic tourists and I had the pleasure of having my photo taken by people genuinely surprised and pleased to see a westerner,
the last time that happened was in Peru.

I met up an Irish guy in the hostel and we went out for a night out.
This must be the first time for a month, indonesia wasn't the most happening of spots, at least not where I was for the last month.

Well the night life of Xi'an is ultra tendy.
Loads of cool places and fashionable people, blue contact lenses is a fashion at the moment which looks a bit strange.
So a good night was had by all under the pretense of getting tired out for the night train the following day.

The train, as before, was a great experiance.
Everybody sits around on the bottom bunk and shares vast quatities of food.
There's always a peice of watermelon or a snack coming your way.
There were a few people with varying levels of english which helped.
Many people say to me that they are surprised how little english is spoken in china,
I am surprised by how much there is.
I am now in Chengdu