San Want Hotel
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... like a national trust park. We tried our hand at panning for gold and explored a section of tunnel which was eery and close. Apparently the word 'snake' and whistling are both banned in the mines... We tried both just to see if we would get into trouble.
It was a roasting hot day, and the jet-lag was really kicking in, so we took a bus out to Jiu Feng Alley, a famous old market street in a village near Jingaushi. It was exactly as you ...
... Our guide directs us up a large double staircase to Level 3.
Home to the world's largest and arguably finest collection of Chinese art, this vast collection covers treasures in painting, calligraphy, statuary, bronzes, laquerware, ceramics, jade and religious objects. Some of the most popular items, such as the famous jade cabbage, are always on display, but, given the size of the museum's collection, much is on rotation. ...
... get settled (oh and just lovely, an adorable crying infant on board lol), close up the door and hopefully off fairly soon. I must say though, the seats on the VA plane is much more comfortable than China Airlines was and more space too. Although this aircraft (Airbus A321) doesn't feature in-flight back seat entertainment. So the tablet to the rescue!
Stay tuned for next entry! Arrival to Saigon!
... the midst of training. We settled on a bar called "On Tap" (mainly because some of us lads were already craving a "proper pint"). It was a pub based around a normal bar back home in the UK, but not many of the UK's beers. It was also very expensive due to this fact! But it was still a good night, we played some drinking games, socialized, played some pool with some other "ex pats" from Australia.Then later on we were also challenged by a couple of Taiwanese girls to some games ...
... smoke came back with a vengeance, even polluting the terminal's interior. I had an asthma attack - and couldn't find my puffer. "Oh sh.. ?... Oh sh.. sh.. sh..! Where's my puffer. Where the hell's my puffer? WHERE THE F... IS MY PUFFER!!???!!??!!!!" I found it buried beneath a tangle of cables and chargers and soon enough sanity reigned once more.
After checking in I couldn't move five paces without having my passport inspected. I think everyone is rattled by Flight MH370.