Travel Blogs from Sanya
... get your sorry a** to the back of the line. She didn’t second-guess or
question are new hero and ran to the back of the line.
The cab journey was nearly an hour and
fifteen minutes to our hostel, and in the night we could tell Shanghai was
going to be very different from the rest of china. The architecture seemed very
European and anything but the Asian cities we had been in our travels. We
arrived at Mingtown Youth ...
... heavy that the roads started to flood, and matt and I found
ourselves in ankle deep puddles trying to find the shopping center. We were too
close to the shops and taxis were refusing to give us a lift, as the distance
wasn’t great enough.
We finally arrived at the shopping center,
and hung out by the hand dryers in the toilets for a good fifteen minutes. Once
we felt our clothes were damp, not drenched, we started shopping. The ...
... br> friendly. One young man in particular saw us every evening after dinner and
spoke to us at length about Hainan Island and his hopes of getting to Hong Kong
and perhaps even America. He insisted on getting a Hainan girl for a girlfriend
though, and hoped to travel with her to Hong Kong and America. He helped us
with Chinese phrases and we helped him with English.
Jim and I were also stopped in the lobby to have ...
... and I wasn't about to jump out because Helen was feeling like people were looking at her. I told her to suck it up and told her that since everyone was already looking, we could sing a song or do a little dance to give them something to stare at. To prove my point, I began singing "Let's, give 'em something to talk about!" and I'm pretty sure she wanted to kill me.
When the next tram finally arrived, Helen dashed through the line like ...
... 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 ...