Train to Shanghai
13 January 2011
Perhaps, if I had paused in my run to the station to haggle for some oranges I could have cut it a tad closer. I started out this morning in Fenghuang. Overall, I found the historic town sadly over developed. At least the domestic tourist was the prime target so the touts usually ignored me.
I rolled into the bus station a little before ten this morning. My train to Shanghai was to depart from Huaihua, a nearby rail hub city, at 2:20pm. The guidebook mentioned that buses left every half hour. The one I was on didn't rumble to a start until after eleven. Then, with road construction and stops to buy produce, the two hour trip stretched into three dropping me a kilometer from the train station with 15 minutes to go. I know few Chinese words but "train" and "station" are two of them.
"Huoche zhan?" I asked the driver as I was deboarding. He gestured straight and then left. I yanked my pack from the innards of the bus and took off at a sprint. Making it to a crosswalk, I waited impatiently for the light to change.
Not entirely sure this was the correct turn I asked a fruit seller on the other side, "Huoche zhan?" He confirmed the bus driver's directions. I thanked him and charged up a rising street noting several people with suitcases and backpacks going the same way. A good sign.
The street opened into a sprawling mall in front of tall, imposing building. I made a dash for the building and joined the queue to enter. Fortunately, security is pretty speedy and I was soon inside. Almost immediately a railroad employee approached and gestured to see my ticket. She then spoke into her radio and pointed me towards the stairs. At the top of the stairs I was met by another employee who ushered me to the appropriate platform.
I quickly found my car, stepped aboard and found my berth. Plopping down, I sighed with relief. About five minutes later the train lurched to a start and we were underway. Twenty-four hours to Shanghai.
Here's some video from the train.
Perhaps, if I had paused in my run to the station to haggle for some oranges I could have cut it a tad closer. I started out this morning in Fenghuang. Overall, I found the historic town sadly over developed. At least the domestic tourist was the prime target so the touts usually ignored me.
I rolled into the bus station a little before ten this morning. My train to Shanghai was to depart from Huaihua, a nearby rail hub city, at 2:20pm. The guidebook mentioned that buses left every half hour. The one I was on didn't rumble to a start until after eleven. Then, with road construction and stops to buy produce, the two hour trip stretched into three dropping me a kilometer from the train station with 15 minutes to go. I know few Chinese words but "train" and "station" are two of them.
"Huoche zhan?" I asked the driver as I was deboarding. He gestured straight and then left. I yanked my pack from the innards of the bus and took off at a sprint. Making it to a crosswalk, I waited impatiently for the light to change.
Not entirely sure this was the correct turn I asked a fruit seller on the other side, "Huoche zhan?" He confirmed the bus driver's directions. I thanked him and charged up a rising street noting several people with suitcases and backpacks going the same way. A good sign.
The street opened into a sprawling mall in front of tall, imposing building. I made a dash for the building and joined the queue to enter. Fortunately, security is pretty speedy and I was soon inside. Almost immediately a railroad employee approached and gestured to see my ticket. She then spoke into her radio and pointed me towards the stairs. At the top of the stairs I was met by another employee who ushered me to the appropriate platform.
I quickly found my car, stepped aboard and found my berth. Plopping down, I sighed with relief. About five minutes later the train lurched to a start and we were underway. Twenty-four hours to Shanghai.
Here's some video from the train.
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