SANYA

Sanya was overcrowded with Russian tourists. They are so many that it has reached the point where you can eat Russian food at the restaurants, the restaurants have Russian names, the menus are in Russian, the music is Russian, the locales speak to you in Russian (- what the HELL does that mean?! , I am not Russian!!), and oh, you can buy Russian souvenirs there to!

This is of course not merely the case with Russians in Sanya. It's the same with Swedes at Mallorca or Cyprus, or Swedes in Thailand.

I really can not seem to understand this. So I was thinking that maybe it is just a mistake, maybe the locales believes that this is what the tourists wants, and the tourists believes this is what they want. But the truth is that it is just an obsolete thing left from the early days of charter where the only purpose to go abroad was to exploit the warm climate and the sandy beaches.

SJ and I rented a motorbike and went outside Sanya and found this beautiful village, where every kid playing on the streets says "Hello", to you and wave their little hands. Beautiful!