Laziness might not be the only reason why I still haven’t had my driving license. Staring at the cloudless blue on a plane or trying to fathom the theory of space and time from Stephen Hawking on a Railjet (Austrian speed train) will always be my favourite way of travel. Sometimes, when my travel budget reaches its limit, taking the bus would be my next option.
A ticket to Lijiang from Dêqên was very reasonable (CNY 63). Just like at the train station, there was a security check.
Once passing through, the waiting area consisted of a small food stall selling snacks, a few chairs and some souvenir and a toilet that smelled intensively like the yellow fluid.
The boarding was announced 10 minutes before departure. Surprisingly the process was smooth and orderly. From outside the bus looked shiny and well maintained.
Our seats were up front. The interior was worn out and not well cleaned. It took 15 minutes for all seats to be taken by mostly Chinese locals.
The seat behind us was occupied by an older gentleman, who occasionally puffed us with an odorous moment.
Leaving Deqên and its suburbs, we reached the mountainous regions. I did not have acrophobia, but when thinking about falling down, my hands started shaking, and I became numb. Luckily, we were in the right lane - the safer one.
We stopped in the middle of the journey for a car wash and toilet break. I got some deliciously steamed peanuts from the food stall nearby.
After 4 hours, we finally arrived in Lijiang.