How to Ride a Bus in China
Even after boarding Indonesian ferries, riding rural Cambodian buses and squeezing onto the London Tube during the Christmas Eve shopping frenzy, taking the bus in China has redefined my notion of personal space. Here’s how to get on, get where you’re going and keep your sanity.
1: Know Which Compass Point You Are Headed To
In China, roads are handily signposted (in both Chinese and English), complete with their compass directions, but bus timetables are written in Chinese.
Chinese streets are LONG. The easiest way to establish whether a bus stop will lead the right way up your destination road is to know the five Chinese points of the compass: bei (north – say “bay”), nan (south), zhong (middle – say “djonnng”), dong (east) and xi (west – say “shee”). People will tell you bus numbers by holding up fingers.
2: Identify Which Part of the Stop Your Bus Will Stop At
Urban Chinese bus stops have space for five or so buses at a time. Given that buses are packed beyond capacity for roughly six hours out of every day, you’ll need to position yourself near to where the front of your bus will roll up to have a chance of getting on.
Keep an eye out for your bus as it sits in traffic or approaches from a distance. Work out where it will be positioned at the stop when it arrives and join the surge of humanity barging to that point. If you failed to get on the last bus or two, watch the people who were in front of you and follow them up and down the bus stop. You will get on eventually.
3: Carry the Right Change in Your Hand
Chinese bus drivers do not give change and it is normally difficult, if not impossible, to gain enough personal space to get your hand into your bag, extract your wallet and find money before the crowd pushes you past the metal box where you drop your fare. Ball up the right change for your fare in your hand before you attempt to board. Also be aware that pickpocketing can be a problem.
4: Be Prepared to Push
China’s cities are crowded and getting more so. When it comes to public transport, there is no such thing as a queue, more a multi-directional scrum. When the bus arrives, push vigorously towards it from your current location and carry on pushing until you are on the bus. This huddle is a good-humoured but vigorous process: do not lose your temper. If you object to bad breath, do as some Chinese do and wear a surgical mask. If you’re over 5’9″ be prepared to stoop on some buses.
5: When the Doors Are Closing, Shrink
The driver will close the doors when it is physically impossible for
any of the heaving, surging mass pushing from behind and both sides to compress the people inside the bus enough to step up onto the bus. If you are last on, to avoid being trapped by the closing doors, edge into the centre of the space in front of them and shrink your body and possessions inwards so the doors can squeeze past you. Travelling with kids? Carry little ones and push bigger ones ahead of you with your arms on either side. And hold on tight. Rides can be bumpy.
6: Be Prepared to Give Up Your Seat
Although no quarter is given to either the elderly or children when it comes to getting ON the bus, traditional Chinese respect for the old and the broad adoration of children produced by the one-child policy kicks in as soon as all are aboard. Should you manage to secure a seat, you should offer it to any elderly person or a woman with a child. Do not be surprised to see a mother put a tiny child on the seat and then continue to stand herself.
7: Start Barging BEFORE the Bus Reaches Your Stop
You get off Chinese buses at the back, not the front, a process that, like much else in Chinese public transportation, requires pushing lots and lots of people out of your way. Start barging towards the back doors before the bus stops and continue to barge vigorously until you are off. If travelling with children, push them in front of you and physically block the doors from closing until everyone’s off. Should the doors close, bang and yell until the driver opens them. Don’t bother with “excuse me” in any language. No one else does.
8: Or… Take A Taxi
Chinese taxis are metered and relatively affordable. Generally speaking, they are most easily hailed with a vigorous wave while standing in the outside lane of the road, or simply edging up to them in gridlock.
Unless you speak the language (we’re learning Chinese at the moment), bring your destination’s name and address with you, written in Chinese script as well as pinyin, and, ideally, the phone number too.
Good guidebooks have addresses in Chinese script, while tourist businesses give out bilingual cards. If you don’t have a smartphone, a guidebook or a card, use Skype to text the address to your phone.
We tend to take taxis because for a shortish ride it’s usually just as cheap (well, for us) as it is to pay for two fares. Like, 13rmb vs 8 rmb- I mean, $2 vs $1.50… Luckily Shanghai has a lovely and comprehensive metro system for longer distances. I find buses here exhausting.
At my first job I had to take one to a faraway suburb to its terminus and then another to my uni (and that was after riding the metro to nearly the end of Line 2!) and it took 2 hours each way, mostly cheek to jowl with every other commuter. ARGH!
Buses here make me tired.
They’re only 1 yuan here — plus we’re on a major bus route. So we tend to take them quite a lot.
I have no problem with pushing women and children. I mean, getting up for women and children. Yeah, that’s what I meant. 😉
They are *far* worse than public buses in Vietnam, Raymond.
great tips. it freaks me out, all those people at once. do you ever see people with disabilities out on public transportation?
We’ve seen several blind people on buses. But people with mobility issues are not very visible here at all, with the exception of the occasional unfortunate beggar. There are some customised three-wheeler scooters that I see people with physical disabilities driving. But — I think China has a long way to go when it comes to disabled access.
So dead on!
If you want to get elbowed by an old lady, than try getting on a bus in China.
It’s madness at first and breaks every western social convention. But after a while you get used to it.
I once had a bus come to a stop and let off all those departing except me. Then the bus closed its doors, moved forward about 2 feet and they let me out. Hmmmmmm . .
It is what it is and you go with it, and that makes it fun. Especially the elbowing without remorse part.
Yes, I thought Londoners were aggressive. Then I went to Vietnam and thought — wow! they’re kind of like us. Then I got to China, and it was “holy cripes” we have NOTHING on those folk. Only scary moment? Our first bus let me on and NOT Zac. But I battered on the door and wailed incoherently and it stopped to let him on. Oh the joys of language!
Thanks for sharing this wonderful experience.I started reading your blog and I love the pictures and the way you describe new spots.Rural buses in Chile used to be pretty crowded too. I can tell.
Best regards.
Thank you, Rosa, thank you! Hope to see you again soon…
Love this post! Great stuff. This is the kind of insightful local advice I love to read on blogs. I’ll be saving this for our next trip to China. And giving it a stumble now so many other travellers get to benefit from this! 🙂
Thanks, Lara. I’ll have more useful China advice coming up soon…
I haven’t been brave enough to attempt a chinese bus yet…
Watch out for pickpockets when you do… But do try it. When they’re not too busy, it’s quite a nice way to interact with local people you wouldn’t otherwise meet.
…or take a bung bung. The tuk tuks of China. I had to laugh when we first heard the name. But once crammed into that little sardine can carraige, we discovered that’s exactly the noise they make…bung,bung,bung,bung,bung,bung,bung,bung,bung,bung,bung, 😉
I have yet to take a bung bung. They don’t have many of them here. Although the police ride around in not quite bung-bungs, but things that look EXACTLY like Noddy cars. With almost exactly the same facial expressions you see on builders riding those miniature diggers around town when they know their mates are driving a bloody great earthmover.
I take it this means ‘nation queuing awareness day’ on the 11th of every month has been abandoned? On the 11th as it looks like 2 people standing in a line! 🙂
I’m loving reading about the China leg of your trip & getting huge déjà vu, it takes me back! Have fun! xxx
Hello! I haven’t noticed any queuing awareness EXCEPT in Xing-ba-ke and Jao-le-fou, where it is quite incredibly orderly. And, tracking back to the 11th, I noticed nothing but the usual kidney-compressing scrum. So I think that might have been just for the Olympics.
On the Olympic theme, I will be excited to see if Beijing’s public lavatories are less vile than the public lavatories here. We were talking about this in Chinese class today. In the country, our teacher prefers to go in a field rather than use the communal trench. In the city, she, like us, just holds it in…