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Chengdu > Chongqing
Arts meeting over and I’m off to Chongqing. It’s the tail end of the Spring Festival and there are still hordes of people traveling – from home town back to town of work. The plaza in front of Chengdu Railway Station is full of ‘hard seat’ travelers kept back from the main building. Sounds a bit harsh, hanging around in the cold, but it makes sense; there’s just no room inside or on the platforms. Anyway, we finally get on a new high-speed train which now takes only two hours when only a couple of years ago it would have taken five. Pitch black so not much to see, until we alight in CQ and cross a bridge and there is Chongqing, looking – I kid you not – like Manhattan.
Arts meeting over and I’m off to Chongqing. It’s the tail end of the Spring Festival and there are still hordes of people traveling – from home town back to town of work. The plaza in front of Chengdu Railway Station is full of ‘hard seat’ travelers kept back from the main building. Sounds a bit harsh, hanging around in the cold, but it makes sense; there’s just no room inside or on the platforms. Anyway, we finally get on a new high-speed train which now takes only two hours when only a couple of years ago it would have taken five. Pitch black so not much to see, until we alight in CQ and cross a bridge and there is Chongqing, looking – I kid you not – like Manhattan.
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