Coach to Wuhan

Another cold shower! I shouted at the girl downstairs after she kept shaking her head at my not so difficult request for the hot water to be turned on. Apparently, hot water is only available from 6pm. Breakfast at Mr Hu's again where we were able to get coach tickets to Wuhan. Legs still hurt and it's painful to walk down stairs. People are constantly trying to sell me something. If it's not tea or jade figurines it's fruit and bottles of water. The scenery as we drive out of the village is spectacular; craggy steep cliffs, bamboo forests and valleys with rice terraces cut into them. The coach was smelly. I even considered spraying bug repellent over myself just to mask the sweaty feet odors. I'm frightened to sleep in case I fall out of the bed. The bus is a little shaky and I'm in the top bunk! Tomorrow morning we'll be in Wuhan.