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01 October 2017 • Travel time: with 21 October 2016 on 29 October 2016

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What could be better than trying your hand at writing while flying over the Mongol-Chinese border? Perhaps a lot. But, at the moment, I can’t think of anything more entertaining for myself. Ten and a half hours of flight will go faster. So, first.

Apartments

A long flight, a five-hour time difference, heat and humidity could not but affect the general well-being. I wanted to take a dip in the sea. After asking in which direction the beach and smeared with cream, we went to look for salt water. I didn’t have to search, everything is within walking distance: shops, shopping centers, places to eat, the beach. I liked the beach - sandy and quite clean. Sunbeds are paid and uncomfortable, so most people are located right on the sand. The Chinese have no problem sitting and lying right on the sand, they like to dig into it completely and completely, rejoicing at the same time, like children. Moreover, dogs and Chinese children defecate nearby (they even have special panties - with holes) and all this is immediately buried in the sand. Where they eat, there they shit - a feature of the ultra-high density of a poorly educated population. Bottles, cores, bags, etc. left there on the sand. In the evening, the beach is cleaned and by the morning, it seems to be clean.

Beach

Beach panorama

In general, the Chinese people, to put it mildly, are different. I will write about them separately. In the sea, the water is very warm, you can stay in it for hours. There is absolutely no coastal living creatures - the Chinese have devoured everything for a long time. In general, they eat everything that moves, and what does not move, they move and eat. Toward evening I wanted to eat. We had to find a place for the act of gluttony. We had a BB format (breakfast only), so we had to feed ourselves. We went to the most famous local shopping center Pineapple. On the 4th floor there is a food court area. Many Chinese "restaurants" of various kinds. In some, a conveyor belt moves plates with different dishes along the tables, in others there is a healthy pot or brazier in the middle of the table, in which the Chinese cook various shoots for themselves, while others have a more familiar look for Europeans with a menu and waiters. We chose the Coffeetime cafe, which belongs to the 3rd type. And, as it turned out later, they were not mistaken. Chicken rice, beef rice and iced coffee were ordered. They asked for something spicy (bu laada), they brought spicy. The chicken is okay, the beef is worse than the McDuck patty. The coffee was awesome. Rice for 32, coffee 26, so count. All further meals (a single visit) cost from 100 to 120 yuan. With this money, we can eat much tastier and more pleasant. Since I started talking about food. . . Everything is hellishly spicy! You ask for something spicy, they nod their heads and still bring spicy food. Portions are medium to huge. They eat all sorts of rubbish: chicken paws, fish heads, duck necks, snails, someone's intestines, larvae, some kind of sprouts, all kinds of grass. Wow! This is the first country where there was such a strain with the choice of food! Cutlery! ? What is it? For them, a fork in a restaurant is like sticks for us - it is useless to ask. And this is in the most touristic area! It is customary to gather there in a company of 10-15 people, yell loudly, slurp, spit into plates, pick at a greasy, sharp, yellow-red mass of something with your hands, choosing a “yummy” from there, and at the same time constantly take selfies. In many restaurants, there is a set of reusable dishes sealed in cling film on the tables. So, when this film is opened, a stench is felt, which is heard at a distance of a meter around. Everything is shabby, the plates are broken, there is an odor and stench everywhere. If it is shrimp, then unpeeled even in the dish, if it is meat, then it is fatty and spicy. In a word, complete trash! Thai cuisine with their bugs and cockroaches seemed high compared to this one. From edible only rice and some noodles.

Chicken Liver

Just blood

Delicious and expensive fruits. Not as chic and diverse as in Thailand, but also worthy. We killed mangoes there. I also took pears, pomelo, guava, breadfruit and mangosteen. The next day, we went on a free sightseeing tour for 80 yuan per person (such as paying only for lunch). The tour itself consisted of visiting all sorts of shops in which they try to sell you something (everything, in general, as usual). The first point was a pearl processing factory. There, a Chinese woman in terrible Russian tried to tell something about a mollusk and a shell. My lady wanted to have a piece of jewelry that was made right in front of her. The Chinese skillfully opened the indicated oyster with a knife, took out a pearl from it and placed it in a silver pendant on a chain. Voila! After that, the bus took us to a dried booger shop. It was said that local doctors purchase herbs and creatures in this store. I really don't know why they brought us there? Probably with the hope that someone, having heard about the benefits of shark fins, will buy them for 1200Y for 500g. After that, they took me to a silk shop. There, a Chinese woman told the secrets of silk production skills, told what a wonderful and unique product it is. Next was a visit to a tea shop with a demonstration of different types of teas. Again they talked about his miracle properties, praised, brewed, poured. I bought 40g of the "Emperor's Concubines" green tea that I liked, which leaves an unusual pronounced sweet aftertaste. But in fact it turned out that they brewed one thing and sold another. Resourceful Chinese breed "Russian Vanka". After that, the plan was lunch. A huge revolving table with many spicy butter dishes of which 2-3 are edible. The next destination is the gift shop. Mountains of Chinese little and non-functional consumer goods. We bought magnets and silk scarves as a gift there for 180Y compared to exactly the same ones for 300Y in a silk store. Then the shark factory. A whole performance took place there to demonstrate absolutely fabulous and miraculous remedies based on shark oil and extracts from its own cartilage. In front of an astonished audience, shark oil easily dissolved a cholesterol plate, which ordinary fish oil, no matter how hard it tried, could not dissolve. Then sweet songs were sung about how useless our synthetic drugs are and how powerful shark cartilage pills are. There was so much acting in this pitch that even I thought about buying a miracle cure for cholesterol. Moreover, all this was broadcast through the lips of the girl Maria, a Russian, allegedly a general practitioner.

Fables about shark fins.

There were also pills for eternal youth of the skin and an extract from the penis of a Canadian fur seal for the penis. So, cholesterol 200Y, cartilage 400Y, eternal youth 2990Y, I don't remember the penis. And people took it! Directly in whole courses, leaving tens of thousands of rubles for these creations of Chinese supermedicine.

Dinner was held at the so-called Food Square. Where we got seafood rice, fried darada and mango sorbet. Rigid octopuses, one and a half shrimp and, of course, spices were thrown into rice (in the picture near the tavern it looked completely different). The darada was fried on the outside and half-baked on the inside. The sorbet was delicious, but ultra-cold. The next couple of days we went by the same scenario: beach, lunch, beach, dinner, shop. We experimented with different "restaurants" and all these experiments ended in failure. The best place was at the food court in Pineapple. We went again to the food square, ordered a crab. They brought a crab carcass in fatty oil. No knife, no fork. I picked and picked this shell with my hands, I found 12.5 grams of meat. It tastes like crab sticks, only sweeter and juicier.

Dish "Crab"

After that, we only went there for fresh mango-banana smoothies.

Now a few words about the nation. Small, dead, scary. Any Russian body against the background of the Chinese seems to be a skillful creation. Completely shameless, brake, with a lack of logic and common sense. They can stop abruptly, abruptly change the trajectory of movement, suddenly yell something terrible. Here, for example. We sit at the table. There are 2 chairs at the table. There are two plates on the table. My girlfriend went out for drinks. A Chinese man comes up and shows me with gestures that he needs a chair. I say: "No, no, no! I myself need a chair. " After that, the Chinese nods understandingly, stands next to him for about 5 seconds and begins to take the chair. Normal, no? I gently take the chair from his hands and put it back in its place. After that, the Chinese again nods his head in understanding and leaves. Another example. We go into the elevator. There are two of us and two Chinese. We are 8th, they are 12th. Passing the 5th floor, a Chinese man comes to the door and rests his nose on it. The doors open on the 8th and he does not go out, because he needs the 12th. Normal, no? Smoking everywhere - on the street, in rooms, in elevators. Where they smoke, there they spit. Moreover, Sanya is considered a local Sochi, hence the order of prices, therefore, only rich “intelligent” Chinese can afford to rest there. Selfiemania. This is their favorite pastime. They specially dress up in beautiful dresses, go to the beach in the evening and spend hours of continuous selfie shooting on mobile phone cameras. A special fetish is the opportunity to put your child next to a Russian and take a picture. Less than 10% of those at sea can swim. And if they do, they do it very defiantly, always wearing glasses and a cap. Usually, both old and young put on a stack of life buoys and vests, go waist-deep into the sea and splash there. Or sticks around, just like an aphid stalk, a cable with buoys, limiting the width of the bathing area along the beach. Few of them swim to the rope, which limits the length of the bathing area towards the sea (about 60 m).

People of the Rising Suns

The people of the rising suns (panorama)

Speech. If you can call it that, I started to strain already on the third day. I don't want to describe it, it needs to be heard. When a fat, curly-haired Englishman mumbled something on the beach, it seemed to me that he was singing the song of angels. But! I did not see anger in them, they are not as nervous as Russians. Pretty smiling, friendly people. In the supermarket, sellers are always happy to help you find what you need (everything is in Chinese). Russians are loved.

In addition to the above, an excursion to the island of monkeys + thermal springs was also purchased from the guide for 503Y per capita, including lunch. Early in the morning, a luxury bus picked up vacationers from hotels, and we unscheduledly moved to a snake farm, where we were supposed to pick up other tourists from distant bays. There, as well as at the shark farm, a performance was held with a demonstration of the miracle of Chinese pharmaceuticals. The Chinese woman burned her hands with a red-hot chain, then she smeared the miracle with ointment and everything was immediately healed. Then she added snake venom to green tea, after which the tea turned dark blue. Then she poured a miracle potion into the tea and it again became light. There were no people in our group who wanted to buy Chinese serums. Moved to the island of monkeys. It was necessary to get to this very island on the longest lift in Asia. I liked the lift - fast open cabins, designed for 4 people. The splendid view and the sea air excited the senses. For the macaques, I carefully cut the pears, guavas, and breadfruit beforehand. It was possible to feed them only in a designated place (well, in general, where food was sold for them). The pimply-faced Chinese cursed, trying in vain to stop my actions of getting bags of fruit out of my backpack (well, I didn’t buy fruit from them). Crazed macaques at the sight of bags of food in a disorganized shaggy mass begin to fall on their shoulders from the trees, run up, jump and pull out of their hands. No less wild Chinese immediately yelled, jumped and poked everywhere with their phones. This mess lasted about ten minutes, after which we were dragged to a mediocre Chinese performance with the participation of trained animals. Among goats, bears and macaques, the most stupid, from my point of view, looked the last. One monkey even rushed into the crowd, but the chain with which he was tied to his bicycle instantly cooled his ardor. After that, there was another, even more depressing performance involving monkeys. In short, we raced through this monkey park at a gallop and flew on the funicular back to the bus. With us on the bus was a Russian guide Misha and a Chinese Russian speaking guide Obama. And Misha laughed for a long time about how they put Obama on the island of monkeys. We went looking for a "restaurant" for lunch. The driver did not find him the first time. We arrived at some village where they looked at us like monkeys. Again there was a huge revolving table with an abundance of tasteless dishes. Of the edible, I found only unleavened rice and shrimp. And such dishes as solid fat, goose skin, soy cheese and some sprouts seemed to me, to put it mildly, doubtful.

And then my story ends, because the battery is exhausted in the phone. Arriving in my hometown, I did not want to finish writing, because I was stupidly lazy. There was also an interesting excursion to thermal springs with many different types of baths and waters, which should have been told separately, but alas... Today is already 01.10. the impressions of the experience are vivid, and the memories are transparent.

Please do not judge strictly the manner of writing, these are just my, purely subjective impressions and it was not my goal to offend someone's feelings or hurt someone.

Translated automatically from Russian. View original