The day began with a wake-up call at 6:08 a.m.
Breakfast was outstanding! The best one so far. It’s as if they had pulled out all the stops. We weren’t just tourists, but special visitors.
- Watermelon slices cut in the shape of cleavers
- Sliced dragon fruit (first time on any buffet so far)
- A wide selection of rolls, white and whole wheat
- Whole apples, pears and baby papaya (lots and lots)
- Six various dry breakfast cereal + milk
- Three kinds prepackaged yogurt
- A cheese plate, including blue cheese and gouda (first time this trip)
- Five kinds of jam, including pineapple (Gosh, they were good.)
- Peanut butter
- Bacon, and chicken and beef sausages
- Eggs boiled and sunny-side up
- Romaine lettuce and fixings for salad
- A whole section for hot food: rice, green vegetables, baked beans etc.
- Coffee and tea replenished as soon as empty (all other hotels we refilled our own)
The service had been the best thus far as well.
We held back until the French Group was seated on the bus. I expect each of them had staked out his and her seat from the beginning. The worry it might be crowded, since the French group had huge carry-ons, soon evaporated. This was a 48-seat bus, but the overheads weren’t tall enough for my square overnight bag. Two seats across the aisle from Sue and I were empty. Soon we stashed our paraphernalia on them to keep the seats company.
The bus had left the hotel at 7:50 a.m. and the tour guide was still talking French at 8:37 a.m. Some of our group understood French. I managed with a little guesswork but missed most of the content. It occurred to me, most information shared with the tour guide’s original group would likely be in French. We were outnumbered, after all. He made attempts to include the English speakers but the translations were much abbreviated.
Lots of green spaces along the roadway: trees, shrubs, flowers; everything trim and neat. Gorgeous boulevards in Zhuhai. A water truck in the inside lane supplied water for the plants. Banyan trees (small leaves and wispy beards hanging from branches) shaded one side of the road and palm trees decorated the other. I wasn’t certain where we were until the Fisher Girl statue came into view, and kept forgetting we were even in China. I blamed it on the palm trees and the presence of so many Caucasians
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The bus stopped at tourist trinket shops around 9:15. The ladies lined up for the Happy House before heading down to the water to view the famous Fisher Girl and learn about her story. The highway we crossed to walk there was a danger to our safety: four busy lanes with fast traffic.
It has been unusual to see beggars or anyone with disabilities. I have where and when we had seen a few. My guess is they are well hidden and not allowed around well-beaten (tourist) paths. I couldn’t resist taking this fellow’s picture. When he realized what I’d done, he yelled at me but we walked on in a desperate hurry.
Time for shopping and lollygagging over, I felt our group held back again as if we were the forgotten branch of the family. Don’t get me wrong, our fellow travelers were friendly and polite and yes, they spoke English a lot better than I managed French. Next stop, mysterious Macau at last.
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Next on December 8th: Zhuhai to Magnetic Macau
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FYI: This is a re-blog of the best parts of my trip in 2014
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