Huandao Beach Hotel
Travel Blogs from Sanya
... last bus into town, as did our entire
flight. The queue for a taxi took nearly an hour. As we neared the front of the
line, a woman casually joined the line directly in front of us and looked down
at her phone texting as if shed been there the whole time. The Chinese are not
as polite or serious about queuing as the Britts, and the little royalists in
me wasn’t going to be having this. This had happened to us in the past in lines
... we got there.
Wednesday we packed our bags and got the
bullet train down to Sanya, for a two day one night getaway to the other side
of the island. First class tickets were only 20 yuan more expensive, so we
thought we’d splurge. Looking back we still cant figure out what the difference
was between first and coach on the bullet. The seats were identical, and the
coach toilet was a proper toilet, while we had a squat down one in ...
... a local person in traditional clothing. So Jim and I
will be part of someone’s vacation album. I can just hear him now.
“Guess what I saw while on vacation? A white couple! He had on short pants and a shirt and
she was wearing this colorful dress. They smiled a lot and spoke English. They
seemed friendly enough, so I asked them if I could get their picture. They
agreed! Look! Real , live westerners!”
... I travel somewhere, there are definitely things I want to see. Having things you want to see creates a dilemma when you have no idea how to see them. In cities that have a metro, you at least stand half a chance of stumbling across your desired destination but when you are relying on taxis or buses, things get a little trickier with this whole language barrier. Worse, you can find yourself in a situation like Bret and I in Beijing--where you have ...
... bothered to check it out but today as I had no plans I figured I’d head over and have a look. Unlike most art museums, or any museum for that matter, usually going alone is better than going with a friend ...