maybe the Chinese, “communist” workmen… 
…are also under governmental control, not allowed to vary much?
Yesterday in the evening, I felt comfortable with the temperature, wearing a t-shirt and my bike-jacket, so I thought it will be a good ride today. But in the morning, it had 11°C and it became even colder until noon, only 7, sometimes 8°C. My tour now goes more to the east than to the North (like in Vietnam) and of course the wind reacted flexibly to that change. It was sometimes wind but sometimes storm and I hardly could go with more than 10km/h and had to be cautious not to fall when the wind came more from the side. There are some things that can make cycling hard:
Wind, slopes, bad roads and weather (too cold, too hot and rain). I got the first four, sometimes only one (cold) but most of the time any of the possible combinations, for a short time even all four, riding uphill on a bad road and the cold wind blew. And I was grateful. Grateful that it didn’t rain, that sometimes for a few minutes the wind stopped blowing, that sometimes the road was ok.
After 20km, there was a control station. The checked and copied my passport. I also saw many cameras filming or taking photos of the traffic.
When I had my 45km break, I took my second jacket and later wondered how I could do without it before. Now the wind was only hard to cycle against but not cooling me down to the bones.
So, it took longer to reach Qinzhou, because if the road would have allowed to go faster, the wind didn’t allow or the other way around. Mr.G did his job like usual, sometimes telling me that I was going on the wrong road although I even couldn’t change, because there was no other road, then finding it again. Only one stupid detour. And I was grateful again, because I was not sure, if the resources for navigation were sufficient.
And then I reached Qinzhou and Mr.G brought me exactly to the location marked at the map for the hotel. But there was none. I went down and up the street to find any hint and tried to compare Chinese characters from the email and some advertisements and obviously behaved showy enough that a woman asked me in good English if I would need help. And then showed me the way. It was 2 street and ~500m from there and I had good luck that one of the few persons who knew the hotel AND could talk English was here in the right moment.
This time, the check-in was easier, and the guard was a funny guy who wanted to be of help as good as possible. I was allowed to take my bike up to the room with the lift
and after settling down a bit, I made a tour to get some food. There was a big Walmart store with many little restaurants and regarding the temperature, I preferred to eat there a big noodle soup. At wallmart, I had asked for Chinese chocolate and was lead to different small chocolates who had mainly one thing in common: you could read Nestlé on them – disgusting!
On the way back to the hotel, I bought some steamed cakes, one looking like cooked chocolate cake/pudding and the others probably with red beans.
Meanwhile, it had begun raining and when everything works well, the weather will be better and warmer again tomorrow!