Category: Travel

Mary moved before coming home for Thanksgiving as the owner of the old apartment had sold it or was selling it, I don’t remember which. So she downsized from the 3 bedroom to a 90 sq meter 1 or 2 bedroom. It has one bedroom one office room a living/dining room small kitchen and entry room. See the living area right here.

The apartment is on the 20th floor and on the ocean so the balcony has a view, such as this view, of a few of the Zhuhai fishing fleet shortly after sunrise with the bridge to Hong Kong that is being built in the background.

From the water edge looking back at the buildings we are the second on the right which means the first on the right does block about half of our view. We are on the 20th floor if you want to count.

Looking towards the center from the balcony past the building in front you can see some of the coast going towards Zhuhai. Zhuhai is way off the picture to the left. Those are just some apartments along the coast road.

Of course living on the 20th floor means you must drive an elevator to get home and of course China has a long list of rules for driving elevators.

Of particular interest is the requirement for no slapping and the fear of all elevator drivers of allowing pets to take a ladder.  We still eat at the same restaurants since this is very near the other apartments we have had (this one is on the reclaimed ocean area I posted about a couple years ago) and one we ate at had a new table place mat that was advertising a Trump inspired dish.

So with that I’ll leave you with this mornings crack of dawn.

We are off for a week in Thailand tonight so the next post will be from a different country.

Saturday, New Years Eve required a trip to the local village market to get some fish and stuff. This is not your Whole Food or Kroger it is just the big local market that runs 365 days a year. To get to it you need to know what ally to go down as it is in the courtyard between a bunch of buildings.

The area around the outside is for the fish guys because of all the water mess. When you find the fish that speaks to you you pick it out.

There are many to chose from. Sometimes you choose more than one.

Meanwhile the chicken area was not getting much action.

Our chosen fish meets its end.

Around the edge is this guy and I have no idea what his purpose is.

Our fish is still being prepared to take home and the chicken area’s business has picked up a little.

Meanwhile the cleaning guy is working on somebody’s squid selection.

This turtle was trying its best to escape as it figured out it was headed for a big soup dinner.

Then it was time to pick out the big 5lb fish we would have for lunch that day.

Have the guy cut it up and prep it.

We didn’t need any vegetables or meat products so we left.

As I post this on Sunday morning apparently we need to go back to the market again. Maybe there will be breaking news when I get back.

 

Making Chinese cars crap again.

This trips travel companions. 

That’s a lady and her boyfriend not sumo wrestlers

Got nothing else just a picture.

Snack break at the expensive place on San Marco square. 

And again time to eat.

And search for basement inspectors in the yellow Pages.

Lunch at the Lo Spuntino  just down the road from the Duomo

The pizza piea isa ona the menua.

6 pm on a Sunday and still crowded in the shopping area.

10 pm and everyone is still out and about.