Sanya.

I'm sick of writing posts about events because I have so much I want to share that is deeper than pictures of enjoyable times. My outlook on life is being changed every single day in such a beautiful way but I fear now is not the time to share details about it. 

Documenting my trip to Sanya is the next thing on the list. It was wonderful! [I feel like I say that about every single thing I share but it really was unreal. This world is so beautiful.] Sanya is considered China's Hawaii & believe me when I say it was that wonderful. What more could anyone ask for then splendid weather, good food & the beach? Here is how things went down... 

We took a sleeper train there & I listened to this song a lot. The ride was fourteen hours long but turned out to be pretty painless thanks to purple noodles, beautiful views, koalas [my new addiction], beds, room to dry our clothes, & the sweet old women that shared our compartment with us. The highlight of ride being the moment our train boarded a ferry & sailed across the sea. This small town girl thought that was pretty neat. 

The train station's squatters were awful. 

The hostel we stayed at was called Blue Sky [they took their name very seriously & decorated the bathroom ceilings like skies]. It was a hit! We ended up making friends [some more friendly than others] with the guys we shared a room with. Most importantly the beds had mattresses!!!

Laying on the beach was a dream come true & as always people were constantly trying to sell nonsense to the tourists. Oh funny fact. Sanya is FILLED with Russians[people were constantly speaking to us in Russian]. Many of which were quite fat & loved to wear speedos & bikinis. It really was something else. 

Food. Pizza Hut. Starbucks. Fresh fruit ice cream [my personal favorite & something we had multiple times a day], street food, & of course tons of Jiaotsi! Also, we found cheese [& tons of other American food] in a grocery store & about lost our minds. 

Going to Monkey Island was easily my favorite thing we did while we were there. The name speaks for itself in the fact that there were THOUSANDS of monkeys everywhere.Obviously not caged. Regardless of the sweet image I had painted in my head of monkeys I quickly learned that they can be terrifying. They were jumping on people's heads left & right & stealing food/tearing apart bags like it was nobodys business. But it was so cool & beautiful & fun. 

This monkey statue was holding a human skull. So that was comforting. 

The neighborhood chicken attacked me. 

The train ride home was pretty close to hell. We had hard seats. The ride started out lighthearted with a funny flirting session with one of the workers but quickly evolved into my worst nightmare. It was very uncomfortable, full of smokers & HOT. Asians were getting naked because they were sweating to death[I myself was wearing nothing but a sports bra & sheer tank]. When Chinese people think it's hot you know somethings wrong. PEOPLE WERE CRYING. Finally this grandma flipped one on a train worker [because her grand baby was screaming because he was overheating.] & they opened a window. You get pretty comfortable with the strangers you sit next to. I was fortunate enough to have a women we called the meditator sit across from me. She was literally in a different world the whole time. She was constantly mumbling nonsense & slept in every position possible. I thought she was funny & we wrote haikus about her. Oh & they were doing math on the train. No wonder Asians are so smart. 

My hand looks dead in this picture but apples & peanut butter kept me alive. 

Holy marathon post. Bye!