Typical of most of our excursions, we had to pass a local market to get to the island.
The bridge to the island sways.
On the way to the red pavilion.
Climbing the nine floors of the red pavilion, you pass some interesting features and exhibits.
Despite the fact that the children start learning English as early as kindergarten and many speak fairly perfect English, grammatically incorrect signs are everywhere. Perhaps they don't dare criticize the party officials who make up the signs.
Inside the temple at the top of the mountain.
Looking back to the mainland.
And, the way down.
Next, came the highlight of my day, and another man's too. The climb up to the top is strenuous and it's a long way down. On the way down I followed a man who had obviously had a stroke - his right arm and leg weren't functional. When the railing was on the left, he used his left hand to hold on and took one step at a time. When the railing was on the right, he had to back down, with great difficulty. At one point he and another man got into a heated discussion - I assume he was being criticized or mocked for his disability. I followed him down until he stopped to take a break and went over and shook his (left) hand. A young girl, who I assume was his daughter, said "picture, picture" so we did a thumbs up pose for the camera. And shook hands again. A feel good moment!
After returning to the ship I took some more pictures of the area. The traditional lifestyle persists.
Wash day.
We finished off with dinner and a talent show by the passengers of the Yangtze Gold 3. This is " Cathy's Table 10".
Our tour included 7 Cuban couples from the Miami area. They were loud and boisterous, adding life to the party. Here, the ladies perform at the talent show.
Tomorrow, we disembark in Chongqing (pronounced "chong ching".
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