Gulangyu Guesthouse Xiamen

Xiamen was a typical Chinese city. It was not very interesting really. About the only exciting thing that happened took place in a local department store. We were on the third floor looking for a few things that we needed back on the ship, and Cub couldn't find a bathroom. We must have asked a half dozen store clerks and none ...

... br><br>We requested a later lunch and ended up in a local restaurant where they had a fridge full of goodies and so really enjoyed prawns, squid, a local fish asnd a special soup ("expensive", says the guide) made of wild pig. Quite tasty.<br><br>Then driving back we stopped for these big bananas! The roadside vendor would not let Nancy buy just a few - she had to buy a whole hand of maybe 30 huge bananas! Though not as huge as she said they were certainly about 10 ...

... is another concrete jungle and sits on a very rugged coastline so is quite a spectacular jungle. We have a fast drop off at the Ferry Terminal to Gulang Yu; the ferry takes about 5 minutes to cross as it is less than a kilometer. The ferries run 24 hours and are very frequent. As it's Sunday the place is heaving with Chinese tourists - apparently Gulang Yu is very popular with locals. It's continuing very warm and we have regained the humidity as we came back to the coast, so the sea ...

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... a load of people's car / scooter alarms as well! In fact I then woke up at about 8am the next morning, also to the sound of fire-crackers as apparently it is traditional for the first person in the house to wake up to go and set off some more on new year's day. There is no exchanging of presents as such on Chinese New Year. However, XiaQu was very excited for the whole day that she had been bought a new set of clothes for the occasion. Also, all of ...

I knew before that China is not a tropical country but it got a little too cold for me. I was having breakfast in my lovely Hangzhou hostel, but everytime someone opened the door, a cold gust of wind was blowing in, giving me a chill down to the bone. The forecast didn't promise anything good either. Daytime temperatures were predicted just above the single digits, and nighttime much colder, and the night falls early in eastern China. The wind made it all even more obvious ...

... linen canvas. To enable you easily find the samples expected, our catalogue is sorted in two ways and there is no sample repeated in them. One category is Oil_Painting_Styles_on_Canvas, according to the sample style. The other category is Oil_Painting_Masterpieces_on Canvas, sorted by the famous artists and works. What's more, all designs showing online can be painted on board, please kindly review Oil_Painting_on_Board part for reference. Hand painted oil ...

... not as unusual a sight as you might think early in the morning in China. The Singapore Hotel was looking a bit dilapidated and there didn't seem to be any sign of life in the rooms. However there was a guard sitting at a table in the lobby so I walked in and asked "Hotel?"<br><br>"Open!" he replied.<br><br>It didn't really look open, but I pursued the matter further. "Open!" he insisted, and waved me away. Okay, I knew when I wasn't wanted. I left the ...