Lufeng – Huidong, Guangdong - 135 km
I woke to a drizzle, but it wasn't cold, and the cold front brought a
tailwind. With that in my favour, I pushed on to make the best of the
good conditions. Nothing much came of the rain and, by midday, my
rain jacket came off.
The route ran past vast fields of strawberries, where one could pick
one's own, but I only stopped to snap a few pics. The traffic was
irritating, as vehicles drove on the wrong side of the road or turned
without looking or warning. The random hooting further defeated the
purpose.
The sixth day of the New Year was dedicated to sending away the
ghost of poverty. As a result, people discarded old clothes and
rubbish and lit candles at roadside shrines to lighten the road for the
ghost of poverty.
At the first hotel in Huidong, the receptionist ignored me. The
Chinese seem to do that. When they don't like a situation they ignore
it, hoping it will disappear. It worked, as I went to the adjacent hotel.
At a reception desk, it is pretty obvious what a person was there for.
A limited number of questions and answers should conclude the deal.
Theoretically, it should be easy. Besides that, the phrase, "I want a
single room. How much is the room per person per night?" was
written down and all they had to do was read it. Still the staff became
so flabbergasted that they couldn't even read Mandarin. At least
when it came to food, one could point to what you wanted.