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A One-Day Trip to Liaocheng: 30,000 Steps in China’s Water City
A 43-yuan slow train, a 50-yuan room, breakfast for 10 — and a whole day afoot in the “Water City of the North”
Why Liaocheng
After working for a long stretch, I have a habit of going somewhere unfamiliar — a big city or a small county town, it hardly matters. Any place I have never been carries some freshness for me. This time the destination was Liaocheng in Shandong Province, a place that calls itself the “Water City of the North.”
Getting There: The 43-Yuan Slow Train
There is no high-speed rail from my city to Liaocheng — only a K-series fast train, a three-and-a-half-hour ride costing 43 yuan. Honestly, I dislike K-series trains. The environment is rough, and some passengers actually take their shoes off and lie across the seats, so a wave of foot odor comes at you. That is the one thing I cannot accept.
It is the off-season now, so the station was not crowded — most travelers were people heading out for work or returning home from business trips. Tourists like me, out purely for a trip, were probably a rare sight.
Arriving at Night
I reached Liaocheng at 9:30 in the evening. The railway station is not large, but it still looks fairly grand. Outside the exit, a crowd of minibus drivers and inn owners shouted for customers — a clamor that gets on your nerves after a long ride.
A 50-Yuan Hotel Room
I had booked the hotel in advance on the Ctrip app: 500 meters’ walk from the station, a small single room for just 50 yuan — probably the cheapest hotel I have ever booked. When you travel, your routine is broken anyway; even a luxury hotel does not guarantee sleep. A cheap little inn would do for one night.
At the front desk I registered by scanning my ID card, took the room key, and went up. It was about what I expected: a very small room, a little window hidden behind a curtain, some stains on the wall — but, mercifully, no strange smell in the room or on the bedding. There was half a bucket of drinking water on the table, but it looked old, so I doubted it was drinkable and went out to buy two bottles of mineral water instead. The kettle wore a layer of dust — clearly untouched for a long time — so rather than trust it with drinking water, I boiled a full kettle just to scald the public slippers and kill any fungus. I have no intention of catching athlete’s foot from shared slippers. The bathroom was tiny but had a shower; the sink was not quite clean, with some grime. Honestly, there was nothing to complain about — the room is worth exactly 50 yuan!
A Bad Night’s Sleep
As expected, I slept badly — probably not until after midnight. Not because the inn was too spartan, but because after years of sleeping in my own comfort zone at home, any change of place keeps me awake. That is just how it is.
Breakfast: Doufunao and Gua Da
I had breakfast at a small restaurant nearby: a bowl of doufunao — silken tofu pudding that looks, frankly, like a brain — and a gua da, a local Liaocheng specialty that resembles a stuffed flat pie and comes with meat or egg filling. My honest complaint: the doufunao was not authentic at all. It was far too salty, as if the bowl were half soy sauce, and the gua da’s texture was mediocre too. Perhaps I should have hunted down a well-known local restaurant instead. Together the two cost 10 yuan.
Dongchang Prefecture: An Old Town Surrounded by Water
In ancient China, Liaocheng was known as Dongchang Prefecture. The old town of Liaocheng is a true water city — an ancient town surrounded by water on all four sides, first built in the Song Dynasty. Inside its walls stands a great deal of old architecture: some of it genuinely handed down from ancient times, some of it modern construction in the antique style. I took my time photographing it — Chinese-style ancient buildings really are beautiful.
From the morning until four in the afternoon, I did nothing but explore this old town ringed by water — and by the end of it, the step counter read 30,000.
Scenes from the Water City: A Photo Walk
The rest of the day needed no itinerary — just the camera, the water, and the old town. These are the frames I brought home.
The point was never the destination. It was stepping off a slow train into a place no map of mine had creased.