Yinhe Dynasty Hotel
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- Shuttle bus service
- Continental Breakfast
- Swimming pool
- Room service
- Wheelchair accessibility
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... at the Chengdu airport. All other flights into Chengdu were sent to other cities. The storms were super bad and it was a very rough flight. I kept drifting off and at one point was woken as I pulled against the seat belt. We experienced several altitude drops. The poor lady behind us was sobbing. It was only a short flight, just over an hour, but it was a trip! Only bad thing - several of us had our luggage gone through and things ...
... on Sunday to head to the emei holy mountain, one of only four holy mountains in China. Unfortunately it was an extremely foggy day so we didn't get much of a view from the top peak but we enjoyed hiking other parts of the mountain. The very top was so cold we had to rent giant winter jackets to keep warm! We made it back into the city late Sunday night after a very exhausting weekend.
On Monday we ...
... the Inn and the younger folks decided to go shopping. The group split up pretty quickly after we left and went there own ways, knowing that they had directions and translations to get back to the Hotel. We ended up back at Peters that night for a good old Hamburger, a half pounder with fries and a cold beer. It never tasted so good. The young folks decided to explore the night life around the University.
Sunday AM was our ...
... we found Chairman Mao saluting over a MacDonalds and a Starbucks leading us to believe that this city is a fairly wealthy one. When we reached the market the smell hit us first, it turned out to be a fruit and meat market and the stench was absolutely disgusting!!
In the evening a few of us went to the Sichuan Opera which was fantastic. It wasn't what we'd call a traditional opera at ...
... five forms to change money at the bank, while ignoring the guard's offers to sell me black-market notes; having my passport details recorded each time I used my Panda Card; watching fifty taxis pass a minute, all of them occupied; walking three hundred metres to cross the road, invariably a double or triple carriageway; dodging a zoo of vehicles and choking on fumes while cycling from one drab, anonymous suburb to ...