Day One- A Night at the “Simple Love Fashion Guesthouse” Anyone?

Tangshan is pretty pretty odd town (or is this a city? It’s hard to tell in China). It seems like it’s relatively new, with the city center spotted with tall buildings that don’t quite feel as if they’re quite occupied yet. The area is covered in Neon lights which is not as inviting as it might sound. The range of available accommodations for the night range from state mining companies’ official hotels (very high-end) to spas that come included with a room, hot springs, and a magic show and finally, if it suits you there are “rest accommodations” available or 休息馆 in Chinese (a Chinese category of hotel I had never heard of before, one of which was the inspiration for the title of this post) that conveniently offer hourly rate options. Unfortunately for us there wasn’t much left available in between so we settled for the best option that
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Day 5- Out of Qingdao Shaking the Remnants of the Flu

It took about 14 hours of pretty much continuous sleeping, eating nothing but soup and a few pieces of toast for nearly 24 hours, and taking whatever Chinese medicine Amy could rustle up (tell a clerk 拉肚子 -la duzi- and you’ll find something) but I had mostly shaken whatever bug I still had, enough to get back on the bike at least. It turns out we didn’t even really have a choice in the matter since check out was at noon and there were no rooms available, even the one we were currently occupying. So I stayed in bed until 11:30 and then Amy and I packed up and moved out. After hanging out a bit longer in the hostel cafe and going down to visit the Qingdao beach and the iconic pagoda from the Tsingdao beer labels with our friends, Amy and I packed up the bike with only
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Stuck in 4 lanes of traffic packed with trucks… on a 2 lane highway. A photo diary of the joys of motorcycle travel in China!

Take a look at a photo diary of my trip to Songshan, 100km outside of Beijing, and the massive traffic jams of trucks we had to make our way through. Possibly more trucks than I’ve seen my whole life, cumulatively.
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