If only Hangzhou streets were like this.
I think it means, 'this way to board the buses'.
The Burma Road. I little different from The Early Forties.
A police check point just outside Ruili.
The officer is pointing and saying "No Photographs". I pretended to delete my photographs. I asked if this was part of the friendly olympics, but it didn't seem to translate into Chinese.
The bus was searched five times within 150 km's. This is done in an effort to stop drugs being smuggled from Burma to China.
I sat next to the bus driver, because I could see more there than I would from my bed. This is his 'inteligent' monitor. Check the brand name.
This is a Yunnan 'roadhouse'.
The bus is filling the drum on the roof with water. The water constantly drips onto the breaks, cooling them. The breaks need cooling because of constant breaking on the windy, hilly, steep, roads.
The roadhouse restaurant.
Lunch.
Happy eaters.
Having a toke. Given the windy roads, it was the sensible thing to do - even for the driver.
Another Gestapo check. I kept asking the police their names. They said they couldn't tell me that. I asked if they'd forgotten their names.
Wating whilst the bus is searched - again.
Hosing the breaks, to cool them, and filing the break-water tanks for the next stretch of road. Occaisionally a vehicle falls off the edge.
They use lots and lots and lots and lots of water.
Someone else with a 'shit-of-a-job'. Although, it does pay hadsomely and people don't tend to argue about the price. They just jig up and down for a short time whilst they weigh up their position, and then pay.
Yep! It's all there.
This was a beautiful gorge that would be heritage listed elsewhere, so they put an expressway through it. I saw it all at sixty miles per hour.
The bus driver checks in with the movement police.
A pagoda.
