Because it’s a Hostel
One of the last conversations I had with XiaoJun before he left was the musing, simply expressed in my poor chinese, that people come and people go. His reply: "yes, because this is hostel."
That was more than a month ago. He left. Many have left. Because it is hostel. Had a dream while napping in the afternoon a few days ago. Wuhan, some time still to come. Sunshine needed someone to go with her to take someone’s passport picture and she took me. We drove for a while to a restaurant that Echo had opened. A nice restaurant. Big. It was Alex’s picture that we were taking. Grishka was there too. Fresh sadness at having them gone.
It’s starting to warm up in Wuhan. It’s close to reaching that point where leaving the hostel is an evening activity exclusivly. Two nights ago a Wuhanese coworker took myself and some guests to a hot pot place next to a night market that, despite being fairly close, I hadn’t even heard of before. Delicious hot pot and many great looking things that I didn’t get to.
The night before yesterday was busy in that unexpected sense that has ceased to surprise me; at least 10 foreigners flooded into the reception tired from the bus ride from Yichang into Wuhan.
Met Satan last week. Drank with him. Cool guy. An English student / artist who made some of the wall-space of the hostel more colorful. Most of the photos on his blog on and after May 2nd are in Wuhan Pathfinder.
The busy season from the May holiday has come and gone. We were busier when the cherry blossoms were blooming next to East Lake. I didn’t have an excuse (reason, need?) to sleep on chairs in the back this time around =P
Sunshine told me to take a morning off. I was planning on walking across Wuhan’s First Bridge but an hour relaxing next to the Yangtze and some time wandering around the streets around the hostel were enough to bring the romance of this place back and wipe away some of the frustraion that stacks up little thing by little.
