We woke up bright and early Friday morning to make our way to the bus stop in order to catch the bus that would take us out of Beijing to the stop that Mr. Chen, the owner of the farm family hostel we were staying at, would pick us up from. This was my first time trying to catch a bus in China, and unfortunately not the last. Getting on a bus here was one of the worst experiences with public transportation I have had anywhere - people don't make any lines, they shove, they scream, and getting in is a battle just to get past the twenty people who decided that they were too good for the line and didn't need to wait in it. At least getting picked up at the station was easy
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