We had read online that the station in ZhengZhuo had regular buses, which are easy to find and take you into DengFeng, a small town supposedly only an hour away. I’m not sure if I’m being sarcastic enough in my tone of writing, but this was not the case.
We arrived in ZhengZhuo and after having a very broken conversation with the tourist information counter, we realised we were in the West Station where there were no buses heading for DengFeng. We headed downstairs to catch the subway into the central station, which is where we ran into our next problem. We approached the ticket machines and saw no station for ZhengZhou Railway Station (even though the words were in English.) We headed over to the information counter where they told us all we had to do is pick the station we wanted to go to on the machine and it will give us a ticket, we were unable to tell them that the station we wanted was not on there. We ended up asking them to write down ZhengZhou Station in Mandarin and headed back to the machine to try and match the symbols on our piece of paper to the screen; something we obviously failed. After looking at the screen like absolute idiots long enough, an angel in the form of a Chinese teenager came over and was able to help us choose the station we needed, which was on the machine, just not in simple English, of course.
This little ordeal set us back an hour and left our confidence in getting to DengFeng very bruised. We arrived at the correct station and started looking around for a bus to DengFeng, after asking the information desk once again, we managed to find bus 15 or more like mini van 15. We squished into this little van like sardines in a can, standing in the isle with the most violent driver we have ever seen (never taught to ease anything; clutch or brake.) We were then dropped off in the middle of the road and were given directions in the form of a point. We followed the man’s finger and ended up in a big bus ticket office asking for 2 tickets to DengFeng. We were given our tickets and realised that our bus was leaving in 10 minutes, this lead to us darting and dashing through the building trying to find where in the world our bus was leaving from (keep in mind, no one speaks English) somehow, we managed to find it. We were on the bus, on the way to DengFeng, the trip went smoothly apart from when we got off and I had to jump over the puddle of urine left in the aisle by the child sitting next to me. Finally, our map said we were in DengFeng, which bloody well better be worth the hassle.
And worth it, it was. The next morning we headed to Shaoshan Scenic Area, which was really close to our hostel – Climb Youth Hostel – we paid our entrance fee and spent ages wandering the many paths, abandoned temples and flowing streams in the beautiful scenery.
I better go, Im playing with the hostel's poodle, she doesn’t like to share my attention.