- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Room service
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Today we visit the Yangtze River and Tiger Leaping Gorge, apparently named after the tiger that escaped the hunters by leaping at the gorge's narrowest part. Breakfast is more relaxed as the rude Chinese appear to have head off early today. We are greeted by Sharon at the hotel. She presents Kate with a beautiful pink pashmina scarf as an early birthday present. Yesterday she asked Kate her favourite colour. She has been so thoughtful and kind. We head off for our ...
... has become a regular occurrence. Our guide is amused, and takes photos of us having our photos taken. Back to hotel, we treat ourselves to a massage. First we have our feet cleansed in a foot bath of warm milky water, scrubbed with salt. This causes two problems. Firstly, Ian inadvertently steps on the plug as he steps in and the the water starts draining away. Then he notices the plaster that covered his blister is now floating among the rose petals. ...
... flowers, flower displays of dragons, arbours of flowers. Just beautiful. It is like they are entering the equivalent of Britain in Bloom! Even the huge TV screen isn't too bad as it is nestled into a beautiful timber arbour covered in flowers. Sharon tells us lots of interesting facts about the town and the people. Next to the large waterwheel is a huge arbour covered in little wooden tags with bells hanging off. Sharon explains that people leave them to bring them luck. ...
... backs, but not exclusively. We thought Russia did a good line in silly little dogs, but the Chinese do too, and it's not uncommon to see dogs being carried here. The hostel we are in dresses their small dogs (they have at least 2 big and 2 small). We've had a fairly lazy time here, getting up late, meandering round the streets, eating, reading, snacking, enjoying the coolness (25 degrees max) of being about 2500 metres up. Tomorrow brings another long bus journey, and our final city in ...
... loping along the slope higher up, presumably to avoid the admission fee too. Perhaps I should point out that it is equivalent to €1.25.
Just where the stall should be, there is a toilet, and we pause to allow serial bladder emptying. Suddenly the Australians are upon us. Conversation with the man is genuinely excruciating- one is left wondering how he does not sense the awkward nature of it. His two companions are blameless, at least consoling ...