Just as we thought that we've paddled our last in Chinese waters, we were brought to Jiujiang not for a race, but an exhibition of sorts for another small scale festival. The river turned out to be narrow, accomodating only two boats at a time. The deceptively jade-green river I think was polluted, the water splashes felt slimy, unlike the refreshing Loboc river where the jade-green water remains pristine.
We were brought to a middle school for dragon boat forum. "Forum" is the operative word here. It certainly doesn't mean there is interaction. It simply meant we had to listen to a series of speeches by various officials, each providing us his thought on the finer points of paddling. Again, translating everything into English took twice as long, keeping yourself awake was actually an effort. Those wearing dark glasses were clearly dozing off.
I went outside to look for the toilet, I couldn't identify which signs are for men, so I simply went inside what I thought was the toilet. Turned out to be an office.
A series of wushu and authentic lion dances capped our Chinese sojourn.
We were brought to a middle school for dragon boat forum. "Forum" is the operative word here. It certainly doesn't mean there is interaction. It simply meant we had to listen to a series of speeches by various officials, each providing us his thought on the finer points of paddling. Again, translating everything into English took twice as long, keeping yourself awake was actually an effort. Those wearing dark glasses were clearly dozing off.
I went outside to look for the toilet, I couldn't identify which signs are for men, so I simply went inside what I thought was the toilet. Turned out to be an office.
A series of wushu and authentic lion dances capped our Chinese sojourn.
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