P.K.14 : Nuts Club Chongqing.
Chongqing. My first sleeper train, 15 hours. I could have gotten a flight, but between a hotel and travel difference, this saved me about 10 killer meals worth, monetarily, a worthy trade. It was both dreadful and wonderful all at once, but more on the logistics later.
In the morning, I was befriended by an old man and his wife. You smoked in between cars. I don't think I'll ever forget that sound mixed with the view. I awoke, if you could call it that, pretty haggard, and my request for tea had me led to the VIP room where some sort of head-master of the train fed me warm tea, a lifesaver, cigarettes, and finally beer. I thanked him profusely, and it filled the final 5 hours quite well.
Arrived at the Yangtze River Hostel to a warm welcome, and an acoustic band. I ate twice-cooked pork, finally, for the first time in its proper province. Always wanting to be early in case of delay, I started packing up, when one of my bunk roommates asked if he could tag along. I agreed, insisted even. We headed out. Chongqing is not your normal mountain town. We arrived to "NUTS CLUB" to a pretty full room, and by the time P.K.14 killed it on stage, they were quite rabid.
One of the wildest sets yet. The fellow I brought couldn't get over how good it all was, him and another brought me to a bar they had frequented the nights before. After some ridiculous hospitality, I had to force that I must leave, as tomorrow is a Chinese holiday, a "moon festival", and I get to ride in the bands van, one last time, to Chengdu, a city I'm extremely excited to visit, and where I will remain for 5 days. The city I bid farewell to P.K.14. This place rules. This is only the half of it. I wish I could spend more time here, but alas....onward!!!