Sanya Pearl River Garden Hotel
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So apparently Sanya is the 'Hawaii of China.' Seeing as neither of us have been to Hawaii, we liken it more to the 'Mount Maunganui of China.' Imagine The Mount, with its numerous high-rise apartments and hotels, but with less surf, less Kiwis and significantly more Chinese (and Russians!) Dadonghai Bay is about 3km southeast of the city centre and …
... on the large restaurant windows, we
recounted our evening’s escapades, and Olga pulled out all her charm to get us
a late check out. The two of them headed out to the hot springs just outside
Sanya, and we headed up to catch up on some lost sleep, before we needed to
head to the train station.
At 4pm the bellboy called us up a cab, and
said the fee would be a flat 40 pounds. As the cabs sit waiting for a job,
... as green tea waffles.
After having felt we got our moneys worth
(I stuffed loads of milk buns in my pocket for later!) we opted for a day
lounging by the pool. As the sun was out, the pool was empty with the Asian
guests hiding in their rooms awaiting cloudier hours or evening. We got in a
good two hours of lounging and full body fish therapy before the thunder storms
struck! Not wanting to sit in the room all afternoon we thought we ...
... we explored the pool. This was definitely one of the
best pools on a resort I have been to!! It was enormous. This lagoon pool had
several coves with built in Jacuzzi tubs, waterfalls, bridges to swim under,
swim up bar, water volley ball area, a sandy area, kids play area, and plants
and trees incorporated everywhere! Lovely, lovely and very relaxing!
There was also a
separate lap pool for serious swimmers-but ...
... 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 ...