Traveling is fun

Upon my many travels over the past month or so, I was required to take the dreaded train from guangzhou to some shithole city in the middle of nowhere.

After we bought tickets, we immediately went to the platform and waited for the train. Unfortunately, we were at the wrong platform (not my fault since the signs / train tickets have no english), and we only realized this minutes before our train left. Jumping off the platform, across the tracks, and climbing my way to the next platform, I for the second time in my life regreted wearing flip flops (the other time involving a bar and vomit).

We got to our train, but apparently you can only enter at the correct train car. 1 minute and 15 train cars later we made it to our seats.

I was hoping this would be the worst of the trip to this factory. Unfortunately, on the hour drive from the train station to the factory we had to take a cab, which was not a big deal...until we hit a dog. When I say we hit a dog, I mean that we freaking nailed it. How the dog walked away (on 3 legs) I have no idea - but brain damage is definate. I wasn't impressed. The driver didn't seem to mind, actually he didn't even slow down.