I got a map of the bus system, wrote out directions to all the places I wanted to go, and went off exploring by myself today. I found I kept "organizing" the hotel room before leaving & realized I was a little nervous. I was planning to go to another city about an hour away ... 5 transers on the MRT station, walking around to find places once I got there, and not speaking any Chinese. But I was also excited for the adventure.
It took quite a while to figure out the MRT (light rail) system (as in even FIND the first station!), and I almost gave up and went back to the hotel, but I persevered. I realized as I was walking that I didn't have a clue what an MRT station was or looked like! I hung out at the bus station for a bit. I showed a couple my map and asked if this was the right place. The lady said yes, but later her husband came and said lots of things, but all I understood was no. I figured out that if you're lost, look for the closest hotel -- the concierge usually speaks a little English. He told me I was looking for something different from the bus and that it was 'that' way (pointing). It still took a while to find (as I had no clue I was looking for a set of stairs with no sign until I saw the light rail going above me), but from then out things were great. The city I went to was beautiful, and I got to spend several hours in a natural hot spring. :-)
The hot spring park was where the locals go (I was the only white person I saw in the entire city). There were 6 pools of all different temperatures. I made sure to go in each one. The hottest one was SUPER hot -- and that's saying a lot coming from me (Scott can't get in the baths/showers I run) -- but I proudly managed two lengthy soaks in it. I'm sure I was bright pink afterwards -- even the locals were pretty red when they got out of that one.
Okay, I admit it -- I didn't go up to my neck in the cold pool, but hey I did get in . And let me tell you, you don't need drugs to trip your body out -- just take a super cold dip after a super hot one!
The weirdest part was going hours without saying a single word (since no one spoke English) - that NEVER happens at home with the kids!! I just rode the MRT or walked around, observing & taking pictures for the most part. After several hours, I'd start feeling like a mute - odd feeling. It was enjoyable when one of the ladies at the hot spring museum talked to me in English for a while.
The evening trip to the night market got cancelled because it was raining badly and we were told most vendors would have packed up, so no shopping yet. :-( But we went to a famous dumpling restaurant, Din Tai Fung, for dinner so I still got to do one of the things on my list. The meal was good but I found steamed dumplings aren't my most favorite thing. The pork fried rice and the pork buns were wonderful.
It surprised me how comforting the rain was last night -- sounded like home (& blocked the traffic noise). Big difference, though, is that everyone carries umbrellas and opens them even if they're just crossing the street. My fellow Oregonians will probably agree that's an odd sight.
