After a quick lunch of bland, overpriced airport noodles, we boarded our flight according to schedule but sat on the runway for about an hour, so we were late getting into Sanya, around 6:00 in the evening. The sky was a little overcast, and it had rained recently, so it was humid, but it was also nice to shed our winter coats. We checked into our hotel--which was beautiful--ate dinner at a cafe in the hotel, and went to bed.

Our taxi driver did take us directly where we wanted to go, though: the Yalong Bay Butterfly Park. It included both a butterfly house and museum. They had thousands of butterflies in hundreds of colors on display at the museum, as well as quite a few incredibly disgusting-looking insects. After the museum we went to the butterfly house, a very large enclosed outdoor area filled with--you guessed it--butterflies. Unfortunately, we didn't see a lot of variety, but we enjoyed it nonetheless.
On the way home we stopped at a hole-in-the-wall seafood joint and had and excellent meal of fresh shrimp and clams. And by "fresh," I mean, "alive-and-swimming-around-when-we-entered-the-restaurant fresh." This is pretty much the norm for seafood in China; nobody orders a seafood dish without seeing the seafood alive first. Still, it was my first time to go to the tanks and actually pick out exactly what I wanted. Maybe that's why we got shrimp and clams instead of a fish?
When we got back to the hotel we went swimming again, enjoyed the hot tub for a bit, and then laid by the pool reading. This evening we went to "Fat Daddy's," a restaurant we saw on the way back to our hotel last night. We ordered wonderfully Western dishes (quesadillas, a burger, and a pizza) and listened to live covers of James Taylor and some other folksy artists.
After dinner we took a short walk and bought a coconut from a street vendor for 4 kuai (about 60 cents). While we were waiting for our coconut milk, I took a picture of the street vendor's children and showed them the digital image on my camera. They went nuts, flipping back and forth between the photos stored on my camera. The little girl especially kept asking to see her mama (I had taken a picture of her mother preparing our coconut) and then herself again, and at some point they flipped through the pictures and found a picture of our alarm clock. Now, I've gotten so used to people seeing Seth and oohing and aahing over him, but these two kids were not at all impressed; I can't imagine why.
We hired a rickshaw driver to take us back to the hotel, and let me tell you, once was enough. I used to take rickshaws often when I lived in Renqiu, but the streets there were definitely less crowded than they are here. Traffic in China is generally crazy, but in Sanya it seems a little more so, and sitting in that rickshaw while taxis and buses and cars wove around us wasn't my idea of a romantic chariot ride. We'll be taking taxis or buses in the future, thank you very much.
Day 4. On Thursday we ate lunch at good ole Mickey-Ds and then headed to Sanya's Shopping Street. (Yes, our internet research had paid off in that we were able to find those quaint artsy shops I was looking for without too much effort.) While there were plenty of shops, they all offered pretty much the same wares, namely, shells, pearls, jade carvings, and stuff made out of coconuts. I did pick up a pretty necklace of multicolored tourmaline beads. Of course, the seller wanted to tell me all about tourmaline's metaphysical and healing properties, which apparently vary according to the color of the stone. It will never cease to amaze me how much people believe in that kind of stuff here, though maybe people in the States do too, more than I realize.
In the late afternoon we headed off to Tianya Haijia, which loosely translated means "The End of the Earth." It is the southernmost tip of Sanya, which is the southernmost city of Hainan, which is the southernmost province of China. My impression was that Tianya Haijia was just a beach with some pretty rock formations, so we thought we would go there to watch the sunset. The beach is considered a romantic spot because of the famous Chinese poem "I Will Follow You to Tianya Haijia," and apparently there is a group wedding there every year. But when we got in the taxi to go there, the taxi driver told us it would be closed once we got there. We went to talk to the concierge at the hotel (whom we hadn't had a lot of luck with in the past) to try to figure out why a beach--and one with a romantic reputation at that--would be closed at half past five, but all he could do for us was confirm the hours of operation. So we gave up on that plan and went swimming instead.
For dinner we went to the Caribbean Barbeque buffet at our hotel and had crab, clams, oysters, shrimp, grilled pineapple, some typical Chinese dishes, and some fairly decent (for China) desserts. After dinner we moseyed up to the hotel bar and just enjoyed the view. All-in-all a very nice and relaxing day, especially after the busyness of the day before.
Day 5. Our last full day in Sanya and we really seemed to get the hang of this relaxing thing. We spent the whole morning in our hotel, only leaving to have a quick bite for breakfast at the breakfast buffet downstairs. But there's only so much time you can spend in your hotel room, even with 500-thread count Egyptian cotton sheets, your best friend, and the Discovery Channel. So in the afternoon we took our last sightseeing adventure to Liuhuitou Park.


We also saw a "peace and luck" banyan tree covered with strips of red material on which people had written their wishes and prayers. At the end of the strips of cloth were small brass bells intended to catch the attention of the powers that be. Here again I felt unsettled. What need do people have to hang wishes from trees? And of course there was a woman there trying to sell me a red strip of cloth, and I refused, both on religious principle and pure sensibility. And yet the more I think about that banyan tree, I see that--for those who do or did such a thing with a pure heart and an honest desire to communicate with the Divine--well, wouldn't the Divine honor that? Is writing a prayer any different from saying one? Well, yes, if you think writing a prayer on a red strip of fabric is some kind of magic formula that binds God to your whims and wishes, but not if you are using the ritual to provide the structure you need to focus your mind on what is important: full communion with God. I almost wish I had bought one of those red strips of material and sat down and had a talk with God right there in that beautiful place.
When we got back to the hotel we decided to go swimming again, but this time in the ocean. I had never gone swimming in the ocean before and thought I needed to give it a try. The waves were a lot of fun, but I think I still prefer the sand-free swimming of a pool. We stayed and watched the sunset and then went back to the hotel for dinner.
Day 6. Today doesn't really count as vacation since we had to get up before 6:00 and spent all morning traveling. I didn't really mind that our vacation was over, though, because I was excited to get home to see my Bug-a-boo. We got to Beijing around 12:30 and back to our apartment before 2:00, but Seth isn't here! His babysitter Megan (Seth's Ayi left to return to her hometown on Thursday) took him out to lunch, and I am sitting here typing up this blog entry trying to take my mind off the wait. I can't wait to see him and give him a great big bear hug and all his presents--a cute Hawaiian-print (or should I say "Sanyan-print"?) shirt, a puzzle, and a set of little model buses. Well, I'm sure he'll be home soon, and then my vacation will officially be over. But we still have four more weeks before the spring semester starts, so there's no need to feel sorry for me!