Fairyland Hotel (Tuodong Kunming)
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... dumpling eating, a real highlight was a visit to the Yunnan Ethnic Minority Village, a Disney-land sized "theme park" that showcases the many ethnic minorities found in Yunnan, over a massive area of land set on a lake and in the shadow of nearby mountains. This was a great opportunity to be exposed to the traditional customs - including dress, dance, food and housing - of many Chinese ethnic minorities that we otherwise did not have the opportunity to ...
... greater veracity that the Chinese government is all perfect and the American government is all evil. Don’t know, just speculating. But it does seem that people outside the system, like the villagers we stayed with who only went to grade school, and didn’t have their history teachers and administration drilling propaganda into their heads for all those years, had a more even keel to their outlook on things.
The guy in the wheel chair left and ...
... Chris Hemsworth is dreamy). I caught a cab at 6 AM and watched the sunrise as we drove to the airport. He nearly crashed three times but that's a normal day in Wenzhou. Not sleeping the night before made for an easy flight. I slept the entire time and only woke up to eat breakfast. (That's right - they serve food on all flights in China - no matter how short. Stupid Air Canada and their ...
... the rat hole we are in now
No toilets on the same floor, no showers on the same floor, the place smells strange, the staff don’t give a toss, the food is expensive, so different from our last place
We have a choice tomommow, leave here early and go to the other place (which we cant get our rooms until 12 anyway) or hang about in this rat hole
I cant wait to get out of it
We have had ...
... that looked like a fortune-telling map, held down by two jars of pickled snakes. On the lake-side path, a man in an impressively medical-looking white knee-length coat asked if we wanted a “masaji.” Oh yes, I did, but we had to fly—literally. And as we made our way to the airport in a taxi, I had a smile on my face—I hadn’t realized how fond I was of this surprising country that was once my temporary home.