11 Senior Citizens and 2 Adults (My China Vacation), Part 1 of 3

Boy, I hate transcribing, w/c is why it took a while for this to get blogged. This chronicles my recent trip to ChengDu, JiuZhaiGou and XiaMen, with the 'rents, my mom's friends and one of my mom's friends' niece:

Arrived at the airport “on time” as per NAIA security standards (3 hours before departure) but “too early” at the same time, as our check-in booth didn’t open ‘til an hour later. A few of the 11 senior citizens (and 1 adult, Jenny, 3 years my senior) I’m accompanying on this trip passed the time by taking turns on the digital weighing scale.

Things haven’t changed much in the departure area, in particular their high food prices. Sixty bucks for plastic bottled water? “Sweet Ideas” (the foodstand’s name) is right: Hey, these suckers can’t go outside for food! We could charge them whatever we want. What a sweet idea!

Flight from Manila to Xiamen (stopver) took 2 hours. Neglected to bring my phone and instead packed 2 digicams, 1 book and mp3 player. Xiamen International Airport looked the same as when I first came here in 2001: almost deserted. National Week-Long Holiday Hangover, I guess. Initially they had us waiting at the wrong departure gate, w/c was a hassle for those having to drag up their heavier carry-on luggage back up the flight of stairs. Slept through most of the flight.

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ChengDu International Airport surprised me with it having its own shopping guide brochure, but has yet to catch up w/ the rest of the modern International Airport community by not having banned smoking. Outside we were greeted by our guide (or 导游)，Xiao Wu, who took us straight to the Holiday Inn to check in and rest a bit before heading back out for an early dinner. Our room has an amazing view of the shopping grounds out front and the promenade of the Pride Exhibition Center. To bad it was slightly obscured by the floodlights pointed at our plate glass window.

Dinner was a 12 or14-course meal (lost count since the waitresses just kept bringing out more food) of thankfully non-spicy dishes, despite ChengDu cuisine’s reputation to the contrary. Beer was a bland, though. When we got back to the HInn the Seniors had an impromptu photo session in front the glass waterfall and lily pad pond, while I walked around the promenade and took my own photos.

Xiao Wu said ChengDu is 500m above sea level, so it’d be interesting to see what’ll happen to us tomorrow when we leave for a place six times that altitude.

TUESDAY, Oct. 9, 2007

Since I shared a room w/ my folks I had to make do w/ the extra army cot the Holiday Inn provided, w/c provided me a not-so-good night’s sleep. It also didn’t help that Pa snored so loud that zombies were probably driven back to their graves.

Really? No need for a meal stub? I can head straight for the buffet? Righteous.

An hour after our breakfast we hopped on the bus. Xiao Wu said a couple of towels were missing from our room (not guilty), but she took care of it quickly and quietly later. (I just took the keycard.) Instead of the scheduled city tour and late afternoon flight to JiuZhaiGou, Xiao Wu instead took us to see pandas and booked an earlier flight for us.

When we got to the Panda Nursery and Conservation Center the Seniors opted for the golf cart ride instead of walking through the drizzling rain. The nursery (at least the one presented to the public) looked like a decrepit room from the PGH, only w/ baby pandas in the crib instead of human ones. From across the viewing windows there were monitors attached high up on the walls, where you can catch a grainy CCTV video of pandas in cages looking like tortured POWs. Or perhaps they were just sleeping. Still, wasn’t allowed to take pictures of this. Instead I shot videos of giant pandas and red pandas; w/c looked like a cross between a fox and a raccoon. (“Faccoons?”)

Lunch wasn’t as good as last night’s dinner, but their Snow brand beer had more kick (speaking as a layman, btw, not a connoisseur). Afterwards we headed straight for the airport to catch the 4PM flight. Our departure gate looked like it was designed by hardcore North Koreans, owing to the lack of color and bleak feel.

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From the minute we arrived in JiuZhai my temples throbbed, I felt nauseous and short of breath. At first I thought it was from the rickety way the plane landed, but more likely my body was adjusting to the lack of oxygen in the area. The idiotic thing about all this was that we all felt woozy, but when our 导游 Xiao Mao asked if we were feeling any ill-effects none of us said a word. Guess all of us were in doubt.

JiuZhai Paradise International Resort (supposedly bought by the Hotel Intercontinental Group) looked expensive from the get-go. The Lamborghini displayed out front (available for rent, along w/ a Bently and a Hummer) certainly cried out for attention. And it was huge. The main lobby was encased in a large oval plexiglass dome that unsuccessfully kept out the cold. A “bidome” housing restaurants, bars, spas and shops accented w/ a Tibetan and Qiang motif. Their in-house tv channel boasts “five-star like” service, w/c is accurate. Feeling 5-star lang, as they cut corners w/ the furniture design (prop drawer handles?), while the buffet left much to be desired.

For the most part the place was picturesque, so I took a lot of pictures. Our rooms were classy to look at (sunken living room, to boot), but I still had to sleep on an army cot. Right shoulder’s killing me.