After a Rocambolesque departure with a subway + on foot race through the underpassages crossing the immense Railroad station square, a crammed wait for the delayed bus in the unbearably crowded Bus Station and 10 hours on a bus to cover less than 350 miles (560 km), on very adventurous roads, I arrived in Guylin. The batteries I bought the night before (3 sets) let me down before reaching halfway, so I could not record the more rural and shocking sights, mostly of dejected poverty, though of a different kind form the one I encountered in India, and environmental degradation: I did not see one old growth treee the entire way, dust and mud are ubiquitous and so is trash, be it thousand of tonnes (complexively along the way) of oranges left to rot, likely a surplus wasted to keep prices up, or toxic waste from all kinds of nasty industrial processes; or garbage strewn down a ravine, the unofficial village dump for light waste that over time generates a wasteland.
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