CLUB 12/68 REUNION GUILIN – YANGSHUO, CHINA – 28 MAY – 02 JUNE 2012

 Day 3 – 30 May 2012
This was to be a day of sightseeing and a big cultural show. But, we had to check out of our hotel.

 We had to  move to a new location, Yangshuo, south of where we were. Since the stay in Yangshuo was only for a night, we were advised to bring only what we need. The rest were stored in the coaches compartment. Including our golf bags.

 

 

 

 

 







After breakfast, we checked out


and moved to Zhujiang Wharf  for our 4 hour boat ride to Yangshuo.

 



Once onboard we were ushered to the upper deck. We occupied the whole space.

 

It was a beautiful cruise through scenic parts of China.









There were hills on both sides of the Li River. It rained. And there were waterfalls cascading down from the hills.


There were other cruise boats along the way.

Some as big as ours and some small.
They really were utilising their rivers and sceneries for tourism and recreational activities.
We had lunch on board. The food were catered from the same Muslim restaurant we have been frequenting.






It was an appetising feast. There were extra messings offered at 50 Remninbi. Equivalent to RM 25 per plate. Sardon Kaprawi graciously contributed a plate of fried prawns for each table. There were 10 tables. There was no compulsion. Being Sardon, he took it in his stride to contribute. Thanks Bro. At the same time there were attempts to snap photographs of the trip.



The rain was kind enough to ease up a bit to enable us to do that. There were group photographs, for ladies,
for men,
 
 families



and friends.


We reached the Yangshuo jetty at about 1.00 pm. After 4 hours we were back on dry land.


We had to walk through a street to our coaches. The same coaches in Guilin. We were reminded not to stop to shop as there would be time later on. And we walked. What was supposed to be a one kilometre walk turned out to be double that. We could have taken the public buggies available. Obviously the instructions and details of this walk was unclear. And of course there were a lot of grumblings and tempers flayed. That walk caused a lot of dissent from most of us. And most of us have passed 60. Whew.
We checked in, with a reminder that dinner would be early and for us to leave early enough to catch the cultural show at 8.00 pm.

 






 If we miss that, the next show would be at 9.00 pm. We arrived in time, ushered through the entrance and given seat numbers. Well enough as we were informed that the place seats 3,000. We were given packets as we enter. It turned out to be raincoats. And sure enough – it rained. More like a drizzle. And it did not stop the show. At 8.00 sharp the show started. It was an effective show utilising the background of hills and the lakes. Lots of lights. From what we gathered there were 600 performers. And I believe it. The audio sytem was good except we can’t understand a thing. Apai, Hanim and Hans may. It was in Mandarin.
After the show, we went back to the hotel. Some decided to go shopping at the same street we passed after disembarking from the boats earlier.
Salam.


 

ps: I hope to get pics of the trip to the Cultural Show in Yangshuo and to Yinzi Cave. Thanks.

CLUB 12/68 REUNION GUILIN – YANGSHUO, CHINA – 28 MAY – 02 JUNE 2012

 Day 2 – 29 May 2012
This is the day the golfers were waiting for. A day of golf at the Landscape Golf Club. Prior to that we had breakfast at the 5th Floor.

 

The hotel’s coffee house. Telur rebus was a must. Followed by bread, porridge, jagung and ubi keledek rebus.    

The golfers left at about 7.30 am and the non-golfers shortly after.



The clubhouse look impressive enough. We changed at the Changing Room and proceeded to the starting point.


Our bags were in the buggies and a caddy for each of the golfers. I had difficulty trying to know my caddy’s

 

name and eventually called her Jenny.
Our flight was a threesome. So I was alone in the buggy, driven by the caddy.

 

 

There were comments about the course especially of the greenholing on all the greens.

On my part, I just love the views. We were surrounded by hills.


One was Thumb Hill and there was a ‘Nipple Hill’
or so I thought as explained by Jenny. There must be a more mellowed name to it I’m sure.



There was no betting amongst us. Either respecting one another or just don’t have the heart to deprive a friend of their Renminbis. Khalid and Kamaruddin were good enough to return good scores whilst I am happy just to move around the course. Surprisingly I saw no bird except for one.


It looks like our ‘burung wak wak’. There were no monkeys either. Not much could be derived of the surroundings as our only means of info was the caddy. It was like ‘ayam and itek’ talking.
It was our first day of the golfing competition.


Whilst having coffee, either Brazilian, Columbian or Madelin, the Golf Convenor, John Ramli, was busy computing the scores. It was a system 36 with a Stableford Points score. I didn’t even try to understand the rudimentaries.
We went back to the hotel, rest a bit and set out for dinner again. Yes, at the same restaurant. This time around, the dishes tasted better. The telur dadar tasted like telur dadar. And there was a sambal belacan, I thought. Of course I was already on Mie’s table enjoying her sambal ikan bilis. Also Azizah’s serunding daging.
A plan trip for a night shopping was aborted due to rain. We went back to the hotel.