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
... we were
greeted with coconut milk and an English speaking staff member. We were in
heaven from the getgo! We opted to upgrade for a minimal cost to the executive
room. Up on the 16th floor we had a living room, two bathrooms and a
patio that overlooked the coast and private beach. The weather was a polar
opposite to the day befores torrential rain so we slapped on some sun screen
and ran to the pool area before heading to the beach. The hotel has ...
... is huge!!
Since this was off season, it was not too busy and we had no problem getting
into restaurants for dinner without making reservations.
The beach was disappointing for 2 reasons. One was the beach in front of the hotel was clean
and maintained but once past the resort, not so much-garbage, bottles, broken
glass littered the sand. It did not make walking the surf very enjoyable. The second reason was ...
... They want a picture with you!" She would take said picture and then Helen would talk about how everyone must be so excited to see someone who looks like me. Awesome, right? Until picture 10 or 11...Around this time, we were in a large queue line for a tram at the Nanshan Temple. We were about half-way through and I had just taken a picture with the couple behind me. The man next to us in the line asked Helen if she was an American. She laughed and ...
... part of the picture and didn’t it bring out the child in everyone there, in fact it even brought out the child in the children.
Beers N Noodles ...