Yalong Bay Golf Club
Travel Blogs from Sanya
... last bus into town, as did our entire
flight. The queue for a taxi took nearly an hour. As we neared the front of the
line, a woman casually joined the line directly in front of us and looked down
at her phone texting as if shed been there the whole time. The Chinese are not
as polite or serious about queuing as the Britts, and the little royalists in
me wasn’t going to be having this. This had happened to us in the past in lines
... before heading to the dolphin bar.
The dolphin bar was an ex pat haven with
the vast majority of the clientele being western workers from local resorts and
business. The drinks were all buy one get one and were more than half the cost
at the hotel. Matt fought the pain of the sun burn on his feet and ripped up
the dance floor. Around 12:30 our old men started to showing their faces and we
decided to start heading home. The bar owner ...
... 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 ...
... one. Often times, when I don't understand or I do something completely stupid, I say "Dway buchi, Wo sha lao wei." Of course, the spelling is off here but I'm saying "I'm sorry, I'm a foolish foreigner." Well, at least that's what I thought I was saying. After I used this line at work a few weeks ago, a brave Chinese colleague corrected my pronunciation of "sha." Apparently, it's one of those tricky tone ones. I defended myself saying, "Oh well, it's ...
... 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 ...