Chongqing Grand Hotel
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... Terracotta Warriors. Hope the hotel in Xian as good as this one in Chengdu. One strange thing - we have barley pillows. Yes, pillows full of barley grains. Suppose these are therapeutic in some way! I wonder if they go in the washing machine? What a disaster if they do and one split! Luckily a normal "gluten free" pillow on the top. Still not got the hang of entering places visited on this blog and have pressed some we didn't go to. Fat Fingers again! J and ...
After a night of thunderstorms, we woke up, ate and boarded the bus to the airport. Unfortunately my back decided to go into spasms so it was time for the pain pills. Everyone was super nice with Terry toting my backpack and Juan toting my luggage. Our plane was delayed for 30 minutes but at last we boarded. This time I had the window and Terry was in the middle. I knew it was going to be rough when the guy behind me ...
... that seems to have
protected it. The government built a very nice marketplace with little shops
for everyone, since tourism is their biggest business here, but the rents were
too high and no one moved in. The just set up tables along the street instead.
Seems like they need to lower the rent! Everywhere we go we see so much
building going on, but we also see many many buildings that appear unoccupied.
One thing we learned ...
... before using the Hot Pot.
Once everyone is back to the table with plates of noodles and/or rices along with the created sauce of spices and flavour uniquely to your taste, he started demonstrating the meal process.
The pot in the middle of the table is full of broth and in our case, the outside layer with hot peppers ready to set your mouth on fire. A cart is brought to the table with an array of meats ...
... the floor, walls, and people's faces. It was awesome. Everyone went to the backroom to wash themselves off, and things pretty much resumed as if nothing happened.
As we were all conversing and hanging out, a few of the guys went outside, which I hardly noticed until I heard music playing. People slowly filed out, checking out what was happening. Turns out, the guys I met weeks ago that could break dance, were doing just that. And they were damn good at it--one of ...