04.08.2008 - 04.08.2008 36 °C
It wasn't the stark contrast from the calm of Hong Kong train station to the bustle of Guangzhou. It wasn't the Brunton's complete ignorance of Chinese symbols, no English signs and the slim chance of having joined the correct line out of the hundreds available. It wasn't the reality of queuing for over an hour, knowing the tickets would be sold out when we got to the counter. It wasn't because the minute the ticket booth opened thousands of Chinese pushed in front, with no invitation from Andyb. It wasn't due to Lisa being verbally abused through a megaphone by an over zealous guard for daring to sit on her backpack. It wasn't even when the young boy in line urinated very close to Andyb's open toed sandals. But it was for the grim fear that we might next witness a Billy Bob squash on the train station floor that we left the madness of Guangzhou train station for the civility of the airline ticket office.