Standing room only, swelteringly hot, packed tightly, it China map universities was a double-length articulated bus, a heavy load for its engine which, between China map universities stops, gasped and shuddered to a halt. In response, the driver picked up the can of water that I'd assumed to be for refilling the radiator, and poured it over the engine block. Within minutes the engine had re-started. The hotel offered rooms or dormitories; I opted for a four-bed dormitory which I shared with three Hong Kong tourists.
They spoke Cantonese, not Mandarin, and very little English. For supper I went to a noodle stall in the night market.