The morning’s adventures must be told without pictures. You can, however, use the encyclopedia entry for Zhongshan for generic photos of what I saw.
I decided to look for Apple chips (having had some delicious ones on the plane), and took a taxi to supermarket. The driver overcharged me for a total of 10 RMB ($1.30), and — worse — the store didn’t have apple chips.
I looked around and thought I knew where I was, because I saw a KFC similar to one I had seen the day before. So I began walking, and after a few blocks I realized that that was in fact a different KFC. I back-tracked, and saw a pink tower in the French quarte,r and began walking to it.
This was quite a walk, but the oxygen high made it a breeze. I got to the Sunwen Road West and took this sideroad and that, as I felt quite good. I was thirsty so I ducked into the McDonalds, asked for a “Fanta,” nearly got an Orange Juice, pointed to the Fanta, and the manager said “Ah — Fanta.” So I got my Fanta.
Full of energy, I walked up the hill at Zhongshan Park and saw the Fufeng Pagoda. Generally older women and a few men were practicing tiji, though somehow I missed the largest bronze sculpture of San Yatsen in the world, which apparently was feet from me. (D’oh!)
I accidentally took the wrong way down, and walked into part of the unimproved (actually, literally smashed) section of the French quarter. Part of the wall of the steps contained mortor and with still-embedded glass shards. The old road was sub-divded into houses.
Following my re-emergence on Sunwen, I walked back to the river. I saw the elevated pedestrian bridge over the river I eyed yesterday, so I went out of my way to take that. It was very cool — neat staircase, and I was the only one on it. (Being alone in a public corridor is an unusual experience during midmorning in a country of 1.6 billion people.) The bridge ends at a mad-gorgeous park, with fountains, statues, game-playing stations, flowers, an artificial lake — you name it.
Finally, I took a new road back to the hotel. While on the street a guy approached me to buy the watch — owning a knockoff would have been a neat sovernier, but I that he only had one made me think it may be stolen, so I refused. At last, I was outside my hotel. I bought a Vanilla Coke (China — a country where they still have this most delicious of colas!) and a Gatorade, and walked inside.
Anyway, enough of my rambling — photos of move from Chonghsan to Chuahi are below the fold
The bus line ends at the Zhuhai-Macao border. Chinese need a visa to got to the Macao SAR (formerly the Portuguese colony).