1 Week in China: Solo, Cheap, and Slightly Sore Xi’an → Mount Huashan → Pingyao → Beijing
Solo travel isn’t always glamorous. Sometimes it’s rice noodles three times a day, train naps with your neck at a 45° angle, and pretending you’re totally fine after climbing 10,000 steps. But hey — it’s also freedom, stories, and views that punch you in the soul. Here’s how I roamed through central China on a budget, with a backpack, a map, and questionable knee strength.
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Day 1–2: Xi’an — Warriors, Walls & Food Comas
I started in Xi’an, ancient capital, home of the Terracotta Warriors and dangerously addictive street food. Stayed near the Muslim Quarter — cheap, central, and smells like grilled heaven. I ate everything I couldn’t pronounce, including something that looked like jelly but burned like chili.
Walked the City Wall instead of biking it because, well, free exercise. And because the last time I biked in a foreign country, I almost took out a toddler. Visited the Shaanxi History Museum — it’s free, but so popular you’ll think they’re giving out gold inside. Book early.
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Day 3: Mount Huashan — AKA Leg Day
Caught a morning train to Mount Huashan, one of China’s five sacred mountains and probably the birthplace of sore calves. I skipped the cable car (because money and pride) and hiked up instead. It was steep, sweaty, and filled with moments of “Why am I like this?”
But — the views from the East Peak? Absolutely worth it. Clouds floating under me like a dream… or maybe that was just my low blood sugar.
Pro tip: Don’t buy snacks on the mountain unless you enjoy paying 5-star hotel prices for instant noodles. Bring your own. And maybe a walking stick. Or two.
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Day 4: Pingyao — Time Travel Without the Jet Lag
After Huashan humbled me, I caught a high-speed train to Pingyao, a beautifully preserved ancient town. It’s so old-school, even the Wi-Fi moves slower. Stayed inside the walled city in a guesthouse with wooden beams, creaky floors, and suspiciously ghost-like silence. Loved it.
Bought a ticket bundle to access the main historic spots — temples, bank museums, and a government office where I could’ve sworn I saw a scroll that said “Thou shall not overspend.”
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Day 5: Pingyao — Strolling & Staring at Doors
Kept it slow. Pingyao is made for wandering, squinting at Chinese calligraphy, and trying to figure out if that shop is open or just very mysterious. Had vegetarian noodles in a tiny place where no one spoke English, and I ended up pointing at a drawing of a chicken while saying “No chicken.” The lady smiled and gave me tofu. Win.
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Day 6–7: Beijing — Big City Energy
Final leg: Beijing. Took the train in, checked into a cheap hostel in a hutong that was probably 500 years old and maybe haunted by a friendly noodle chef.
Did the usuals: Temple of Heaven, Jingshan Park, and wandered the hutongs like a confused cat. Skipped the Great Wall this time (been there, almost froze once). Instead, I had tea, wrote in my journal, and got mildly addicted to red bean buns.
The subway is your best friend — fast, cheap, and only