lake dian.haikou.home

The times in dali and lijiang seemed to pass so damn quickly. Before we knew it, we were back in the Singapore-look-alike Kunming.

We didn’t do anything much in KMG, just stroll around the city and get what we intended to buy beforehand. The only thing worth mentioning is probably the smelly Lake Dian. The smell is really oh-my-GAWD. Freak, I could still recall the smell while reminiscing the moments we were there.

The pic looks nice eh? On a closer look…

*%$#%$%#@$*

We were totally amazed at how the locals were willing to pay 8 RMB to PICNIC by this lake. The conversation among ourselves went #%#@%#@$ about 90% of the time we were there. It’s really gross my friends. We thought that if anyone were to fall into that #@%@# lake, he/she would turn into the Incredible Hulk.

After about two days in Kunming, we flew to Haikou on the Hainan Island for a night’s stay. Having spent two weeks in place of higher altitudes where the weather was cool and friendly, the heat and humidity in Haikou KILLS. The moment we touched down and walked out of the plane, we started drowning in our sweat and rashes began to form on my body. While we were there, torrentious rains hit the town and we ended up watching dvds, playing table tennis, badminton and pool in our humble BANANA hostel. Yes, our hostel is named Banana, but nothing in relation to that fruit can be found anywhere near the hostel.

Apparently hainanese chicken rice originates from this island, just that it’s called ‘wen chang ji’ over here. We tried one of those, it looks the same as what we have here, but I felt that the taste was pale in comparison to that in Singapore, especially the one in far east! woohoo.

Then, it was back to home sweet home.

Travelling refreshes the soul. The intensity and volume of the world is something that only travelling with an open heart will ever let you experience.

For now, it’s back to facing the cruel realities…