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Published: April 22nd 2017
Seasoned travelers? Pickled more like. We sit gaping at one another. We had arisen shockingly early to catch the bullet train from Sanya to Meilan Airport, Haikou except this one was not stopping at the airport.
We had checked on the website as best as we were able but obviously had not got the information correct. If we had asked when we picked up the tickets…..
So were we able to get back to the airport from Haikou in time to catch our flight to Xian? The conductor wrote out the times for us and after waiting twenty agonising minutes to buy tickets we made the train and our flight where we were rushed through check-in .
A not so stressless end to a quiet week spent in the town of Tianya about twenty-five kilometres west of the madness of high rise, resort Sanya. Tianya may be tatty around the edges but our small Chinese hotel, Sea and Sky, right on the beach was a wonderful warmer to the Australian blood!
We lazed around reading and swimming for most of the week, taking walks along the beach past fishing
boats and yoga enthusiasts and Chinese tourists taking glamour shots with trailing scarves and chiffon dresses blowing in the wind.
We talked to Anisa, a young Chinese girl who was working around China for a year. A sort of ‘Work Away’ she actually wrote movie scripts but seemed to spend a lot of time on her phone and on her part time work at the hotel as an English speaker.
One day we took a bus into Sanya. We had not spotted any other Europeans until many started getting on the bus in Sanya. All Russian. It now made sense that the signs here were in Cyrillic, Chinese and English.
We took a fast bus up the coast past green paddy fields and vegetable farming to Lingshui where we then changed to a small local bus to Xincun. This was supposed to be an authentic fishing village, which I suppose it was but more like a rather large town. We wandered around the wharf marveling at the seafood on display and decided it was time to find a restaurant which cooked some of this wonderful bounty.
few words of Chinese and some sign language we were served up the most delicious lunch of squid in chili, water spinach and fried lettuce.
We didn’t ask the conductor on the way back where to be dropped off to the main bus station and relied on a helpful passenger. We thought we knew where we were but headed off in totally the wrong direction. Many directions, wrong turns and requests later we saw the bus station building lights in front of us.
Arriving in Sanya just at sunset we strolled along the beach. Strolled is totally inaccurate. We pushed our way through the thronging crowds on the beach, the photo opportunities too many to mention, stopped to dance a few steps with the dancers in the park and caught a taxi back to quiet Tianya.
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