Friday, September 10, 2010
We are currently sitting at the pool of the Yangshuo Resort, a beautiful property on the Yu Gong River. It is absolutely stunning here. The hotel is gorgeous, not even fully opened yet, surrounded by karst peaks and beautifully designed buildings. We didn't intend to come here today, but dad wanted to check out the place before we crossed the bridge on our way to Moon Hill. After late start to the day, waking up just before 9 and having a decent breakfast at the Green Lotus Hotel, we rented bikes with the intention of riding to Moon Hill. As I mentioned, we stopped off to check out the Yangshuo Resort and dad decided that a great way to spend the rest of the day (it was 12:30pm) was to relax at their pool and have dinner in the restaurant. So we biked back to our hotel, purchased a cheap (too small) bathing suit for dad and walked to the bank to pick up the free shuttle to the resort.
And here we are. I've already been in the pool, but I desperately needed to write, so I brought my netbook to do some journaling. Better get to it.
(Later in the day)
- Met some nice people at the resort: An Australian tai chi teacher and her friend and an American family from Illinois whose daughter lived in Beijing for 4 months working for the USDA.
- Showered and got ready for dinner in the lovely hotel locker rooms
- Dinner at the resort
- 40 minute wait for the free shuttle, so we relaxed in the beautiful lobby of the resort.
Small world: For dinner, dad decided to order way too much food because he wanted to try a bunch of different dishes. We got stuffed lotus root, osmanthus dumplings (more like dessert), beer catfish, chicken in lotus leaf, and Yangshuo noodles (an enormous bowl of noodles which are added to broth and mixed with your choice of toppings). The Illinois family we met at the pool ended up eating at the table next to us and we shared some of our food with them. It was pretty funny, walking over to their table handing them a half-eaten dish but at that point there were only Americans left in the restaurant. At the end of dinner, an American couple sitting at another table came over to ask where we were from. We said LA, and they said that their son was working for a guy in LA, Robert Pinus. Dad and I looked at each other and said, “Pinus? That name sounds familiar.” So they got Robert to come back and it turns out he is the brother of John Pinus, a very good friend of the Lewis’s who my parents know quite well. They have even been to John’s house and Robert knows Marge and Steven. Small world!
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