Houses of the Hakka

By John Summers In Travel

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26th March, 2011
All night on a rickety Chinese bus. Narrow bunks had been installed along the walls, but sleep was still hard to get. Not only were the roads potholed and ragged, but the driver had also sped around corners and crunched through the gears. At one point during a hairpin turn I needed to brace myself to avoid being thrown out of my bunk. The little sleep I got was filled with dreams of a bus hurtling over a bridge to nowhere. Worse, when we staggered out of the bus at dawn, we realised we weren't even there yet. After a breakfast of noodles, we boarded another vehicle, a clapped-out minivan, ...

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