A rock formation and its reflection in a very still pool of water.
Many of the rock formations were given names like this one. "Buddha Teaching Scripture" was another one.
Getcha drum circle on somewhere else, buddy.
Us outside the entrance to the big cave.
The front of the Sunshine Hotel in Shenzhen, with Seibu Tower coming out of my head. Seibu is something like the Macys of Japan.
This sign for the Sunshine Hotel in Shenzhen is not lit at night, making it impossible to see. From most angles, it is even hard to see in broad daylight. Imagine how happy we were to learn this after driving around and around what appeared to be the correct intersection in a cab with a no-English driver late at night.
At the beginning of the trip, we tried to tell our cabbies where to take us, but of course we mangled the Chinese pronunciation, leading to various mishaps. But then the concierge at the Sunshine Hotel did an ingenious thing-- instead of telling us where to go, she wrote it down in Chinese on a scrap of paper, which we then showed to the driver. Why on earth did we not think of doing this ourselves?
The view from our room at the Sunshine Hotel in Shenzhen. Something tells me we are on a major bus route...
One of the many restaurants in Shenzhen where you can point to one of the fish swimming around in front of the store and say "Please kill that and cook it for me right now." I suppose the same principle applies to mister bunny wabbit at lower right too.
The everything-on-a-stick store in Shenzhen. You can get skewers of dried meat, asparagus, bok choy, sweets, pastries, you name it. If you don't want it shish-kebobed, you better go somewhere else.
This guy stretches and re-stretches and re-re-stretches that lump of dough to make noodles out on the street in front of the noodle shop. In a way he reminded me of pizza cooks throwing the dough up in the air to get the crust just right.
As if your garden-variety snooker on a dry table weren't hard enough.
This woman's secret to the effortless bounce and sheen in her hair? Electrocute each individual hair once a week-- no less than 4000 volts, hon.
Talk bread to me, baby.
The name of this restaurant chain translates into English as something like, "It really pisses us off that you want us to serve you lunch."
Solid. Gold. Skyscraper.
So shut up and get back to work, bub.
The Hotel Lisboa in Macau might win the Most Humiliating Bellhop Attire award. The Capri pants are bad enough, but the red poofy hat ball thing seals the deal.