Hainan Noble Yacht Club
Travel Blogs from Haikou
... one-way street. We got way down the street and it had construction at the end. Lewis could not turn around so he had to back his van all the way out. When Lewis would stop, Yuan kept coming. He seemed oblivious to Lewis being behind him. Then Lewis would have to lay on the horn. This happened about three times.
Finally Lewis found a place where he could turn around. Getting out of there
was hair raising, Belinda had to get out of the van and guide him. On at ...
... ate crab from the shell too. Belinda had to show Gene and I how to eat it. You just pry the shell open and pick out the meat. Surprisingly there was just a little bit in each one. Yuan is a police officer who works in a prison. Gene was asking him questions about his job, so he told us. The prisoners are in there for violent acts they committed. They all work in factories and learn skills in prison so they can get a job when they are released. Gene asked him how many prisoners ...
... and then we are going to travel on to explore the island. Belinda's cousin Harry, who is a tour guide, is taking us around.
Tonight we went to see an outdoor performance called Impressions of Hainan. We were accompanied by Belinda's mom and dad, Harry and his wife, their two children and Harry's mother in-law. Harry's children are Connor, about 4 and the baby who is less than a year.
The performance is hard to describe. ...
... on the mainland. The vast majority of people who come here our rich
Chinese and Russian tourists so they feel that they can justify charging an arm
and a leg while refusing to run the meter.
The first cab refused even though we kept
saying Quin da biao. Which is please put on the meter in Chinese. We had
memorized it for this particular situation. The second cab agreed and we
started on our way. However he thought he’d pull a ...
... yesterday morning when she grabbed her pack and a cab and began her multi flight journey home to Australia.
Huge hotels, did I ever tell you how much don’t like huge three to five star hotels?
Lifeless horrid things they are, especially when they are in the dry armpit of town next to the ring road without a single store nearby. Thankfully at ...