We were docked in the middle of a rice field, it seemed. The shuttle bus, instead of taking us to one of the historic towns nearby, featuring such attractions as the purple forbidden city, took us to a beach resort.
It was hot. And we escaped from boat drill at 11 am, way too late to foray into the purple forbidden city.
Apparently these ladies are a little hasty to go, er, south, much to the confusion of one male dancer I know.
“Happy ending?” she asked him, and then put on a clown mask and danced around.
I was about to walk on the beach and nearly got attacked by these postcard vendors. I bought 6 full postcard packs. They were desperate, begging me, saying they were having such unlucky days. I decided to skip the beach and floated around the pool for awhile.