So when I told my Dad, who has been to China several times on his own in the past, that we were headed for Zhuhai, his first question was "How?"
And so it was that one hour later, we were at the central bus terminus of Dalang. Luxury coach depot this was not...
I guess that these people were set on waiting a long time for their bus to come...
These people were obviously expecting to board theirs pretty soon...
Strange how we were travelling proletarian again. But my Dad likes roughing it out with the locals and so consented to have his picture taken - one of the rare occasions on this trip. Still looks grumpy, if you ask me.
Thankfully, we had to wait but slightly upwards of half an hour for our ride, and were soon out in the open. Much of the scenery on our journey was like this...
And the bridges... My Dad says that China is now the foremost builder of bridges in the world. I counted many more than 10 on our trip, many of them more than a kilometer long.
Around 2 score hours later, we reached Zhuhai. But then realized that it was really quite big and that it took considerable time to get from the outskirts to Xiangzhou and its bus station...
And that the area got considerably more developed (taller buildings, skyscrapers and all), the traffic worse, as we chugged along to Gongbei Station which was at the Macau border.
When we saw the traffic and the crowd outside the station, we knew we were going to have a hard time getting a cab. And in fact we did not, but that is a story for the next post....
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