On the way to Wuhan

Off the boat I had to meet a local guide who was going to get me from Mao ping to, Yichang, to Wuhan. I met a guy who looked no older than 12, my guide, who showed me the way to the "bus station". It was a local bus! Lucky for us, a friend of his passed and we had the pleasure of taking the hour trip buy car. In a non descript palce, we jumped on to a local bus and headed for Yichang city, where I was to catch yet another bus 5 hours to Wuhan. Eventually reaching our destination, in Yichang, I was taken off the local bus and litterly thrown in to a grubby old bus, for the trip to Wuhan. Sometimes taking a bus is such a displeasure. Anyhow. Sitting on the back seat I was treated to sliding off and hitting the floor everytime the breaks were hit. This was constantly, as the only way they seem to drive in Asia is, Go and Stop! Eventually the bus was so overloaded I was unable to go anywhere. I just had someones bags constantly slipping off the back shelf and thumping me in the head. I was lucky not to have suffered permanant brain damage. After a long 5 hours we reached the City of Wuhan. Apparently one of the most populated cities in the world. The only problem, when I got off the bus, was that the local hotels do not accept foreigners. Some rediculous law the government implimented. So here I am, standing in one of the hotels that do take foreingers almost choking at the price! There is a YHA in Wuhan but to find the address is impossible. Lucky for me the hotel manager sees the alarm in my eyes and slips me the address to the local YHA. Also nice enough to put me in a taxi and give the driver the directions. Not only is it hard to get the address but also a bugger to find. I was wondering around for a bit until a few girls headed me in the right direction. Not so much headed me there, but delivered me there personally. I was glad to have a bed, a bathroom and some baggage free head space!