The last leg
As you can see, I’m not a photo-taking person. ![]()
Guangzhou is a haven for Cantonese cuisine.
Unfortunately, I’ve also tried the worst of Cantonese cuisine when I was there. But hey, if you haven’t tried the worst of Cantonese cuisine, how would you tell the standard?
The terrible street stalls / restaurants serve dried-up xiao-long-baos, salty cha siew baos, overly cooked vegetables and meat but at RMB3.50 (S$0.70) for 12 pieces of xiao-long-baos, who’s complaining?
Room service wasn’t any better nor was the instant noodles that I bought from the convenience store and if you’re a coffee addict like me, you’ll find yourself withdrawn.
The Chinese love and are proud of their tea roots.
Cowboy who goes to Guangzhou frequently suggested some places to go like a wholesale market off the city centre and Sha Mian Island, however as a young female venturing out, I got stared at often which made it extremely uncomfortable for me.
But it’s not always bad about Guangzhou or well, China for that matter.
They do try to speak English, as much as I avoid speaking Mandarin and they are hospitable in their own little ways. The thing that I love about Guangzhou apart from the weather is that I’m not discriminated because I can’t speak Mandarin.
But I won’t fancy going back there in the near future..
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