Subway 1…hall 9…wagon 14…seat 76…11:30pm…180 kms…Bus K9…101 Nanshan Lu…
…We moved to Hangzhou.
Does every Chinese city offer factories as a scenery? Hangzhou does not. Its forests, parks and its West Lake have charmed and inspired many poets and artists. Pagodas appear on every surrounding hills. Sunny, foggy, rainy, who cares? Hangzhou is beyond dispute the finest and the noblest in the world, my friend Polo (Marco) said once.
As we were looking around for our hotel, we ended up in a street nearby the lake, a bars & nightclubs neighborhood. Our address indicates a lane; it looks like the night clubs' backdoor street, we are almost there. A flashy red post with its Latin characters pulls my attention; it says “Paul Van Dyk – The politics of dancing: Absolute House”. You might have no idea who this guy is, but as God is a DJ, Jesus probably bounces on this German’s mixes. He and Tiesto (This God mixes in stadiums, not in clubs) are the progressive trance masters I prefer. Just find their music somewhere, plug it into your head, and start to climb the Everest. The DJ will perform the 29th, we will probably be gone by then. Now that I am posting about it, I regret, I wish we had spent one more day in Hangzhou.
God, the DJ - Crunked Media
Alright, back to my story, we made it to the hotel, practiced our Chinese 5 minutes and switched to English as usual, dropped our stuff in the room and took a walk around the lake (scheduling our visits, of course). There are 2 main islands we should visit, some boat tours take tourists there..boring. We want to have our exotic conquest of the islands. Little crappy boats are to be rented nearby our hotel. No questions, we jump on one of those as soon as we see that we can go alone with our life vests. The Captain Hostel might have influenced us way too much and our stuntman souls might have blinded us: clearly, we cannot go further the buoys. We had fun though, our motorboat was slow enough to be passed by swimmers, we had enough time to detail the mountains… forget about the adventurous island discovery, I’d rather represent the tourists, we are cool people :).
We kept breathing fresh air around the lake, even though on some places, you can touch both, lake and highway, at the same time. We experienced once more the ‘show me the money and I’ll trick you the Chinese way’ thing, I won’t write long about it. Just so you know, around 6pm, we ended up at the opposite side of the lake, and had to find buses to get back to our hotel. Oh, By the way, we had not lunched yet :)
…We moved to Hangzhou.
Does every Chinese city offer factories as a scenery? Hangzhou does not. Its forests, parks and its West Lake have charmed and inspired many poets and artists. Pagodas appear on every surrounding hills. Sunny, foggy, rainy, who cares? Hangzhou is beyond dispute the finest and the noblest in the world, my friend Polo (Marco) said once.
As we were looking around for our hotel, we ended up in a street nearby the lake, a bars & nightclubs neighborhood. Our address indicates a lane; it looks like the night clubs' backdoor street, we are almost there. A flashy red post with its Latin characters pulls my attention; it says “Paul Van Dyk – The politics of dancing: Absolute House”. You might have no idea who this guy is, but as God is a DJ, Jesus probably bounces on this German’s mixes. He and Tiesto (This God mixes in stadiums, not in clubs) are the progressive trance masters I prefer. Just find their music somewhere, plug it into your head, and start to climb the Everest. The DJ will perform the 29th, we will probably be gone by then. Now that I am posting about it, I regret, I wish we had spent one more day in Hangzhou.God, the DJ - Crunked Media
Alright, back to my story, we made it to the hotel, practiced our Chinese 5 minutes and switched to English as usual, dropped our stuff in the room and took a walk around the lake (scheduling our visits, of course). There are 2 main islands we should visit, some boat tours take tourists there..boring. We want to have our exotic conquest of the islands. Little crappy boats are to be rented nearby our hotel. No questions, we jump on one of those as soon as we see that we can go alone with our life vests. The Captain Hostel might have influenced us way too much and our stuntman souls might have blinded us: clearly, we cannot go further the buoys. We had fun though, our motorboat was slow enough to be passed by swimmers, we had enough time to detail the mountains… forget about the adventurous island discovery, I’d rather represent the tourists, we are cool people :).
We kept breathing fresh air around the lake, even though on some places, you can touch both, lake and highway, at the same time. We experienced once more the ‘show me the money and I’ll trick you the Chinese way’ thing, I won’t write long about it. Just so you know, around 6pm, we ended up at the opposite side of the lake, and had to find buses to get back to our hotel. Oh, By the way, we had not lunched yet :)
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