ONE Day: Xi'an B-C

The much dreaded 16 hour train ride to Xi’an was well worth it in the end. We only planned a day and a half here, but could have easily spent 2 or 3. We got to Xi’an at 4 in the morning, and since check-in at our hostel was later in the morning, we decided to chill in the McDonalds across the street. Bad news seems to follow us everywhere, and it was no different here. It was like 100 degrees in that place, and there were no seats for us, so we were parked alongside the wall sitting on our luggage. After a not so good breakfast, we decided to try the hostel anyways. We hailed a taxi and end up at a hostel, but they were still closed due to the early hour but graciously let us in anyways. The lady at the counter told me to wait…that was all I could understand from our conversation so we waited, and slept on the couches they had in the lounge. At 8 in the morning a man comes to the door, and said for us to follow him. He showed me my reservation, so I knew he wasn’t a total stranger. We put all of our stuff in a van, and 15 minutes later we arrived at a much nicer, but different hostel. That morning was definitely the weirdest morning I have had in China. It was like a dream, and I still don’t really understand what all went down, but we were safe in a place that accepted us, so we stayed!

Our first night we headed to the water show that I will have to say puts the Bellagio to shame. This was one awesome show! I am kind of in love with night life here.

The next day we planned on going to the Terra-cotta Warriors, so we started our day early and got to the bus station at 6:30. The line to the Warriors was HUGE. I am talking like a two mile long wait, it was ridiculous! We didn’t want to wait that long, and after a long discussion on where our priorities were, some of us went in a taxi, and some stayed to shop in the city. I went, and was not disappointed in my decision.


Thanks for talking me into this experience, Emily!

The population of China seemed to triple, only because it felt like it was all crammed into one place. There were so many people, and these people are professional pushers. Not “drug” pushers, but “get out of my way, or you will die” pushers. I politely waited my turn to see the warriors, but the little boy of 12, who had to be about 200 pounds, kept pushing me into the iron pole. I almost suffocated dude, so thanks for your concern. I will admit though, I’m not a person to get even with someone, but when I walked away I pushed his rear back as much as my small frame would let me. At least I got my pictures!