I’m stewed, brewed, soaked and cleansed – thanks to a glorious day at a hot springs resort.
I’m still learning to expect not to expect anything from “travel plans” in China. Nothing works out as you think it will.
So I was expecting a trip out to the mountains that ring this city. Instead I was told the resort was on the edge of town.
It was a “girls” day out – and one of my colleagues had been there before. This is her second year here so she speaks some Chinese. She told the cab driver the name of the resort. She’d also asked a Chinese friend to text her the characters – which she showed the driver on her phone.
The cab driver set off confidently and took us somewhere totally different.
It was a hot springs resort and it was fantastic.
Where it was – I have no idea!
At first sight, it didn’t look great. The entrance was at the end of a shabby row of small shops in a pot-holed, litter-strewn narrow street just off a busy dual carriageway. The ticket booth was deserted and the guard at the barrier seemed bemused to see us.
But he let us in and we walked past a huge hole of a swimming pool, filled with nothing but a few inches of filthy dark brown water.
A sign to “hot springs” seemed more promising. We walked past a couple of monumental statues, probably 12-15 feet high. One looked like an American Indian chief surrounded by stone Egyptian style hieroglyphic pillars.
Our arrival in the reception prompted all sorts of giggles from the four young staff, manning the desk. Although when you’re wearing a traditional costume which includes a hat resembling a foot high, bright yellow, embroidered souffle – it’s probably a treat to laugh at someone else.
Finally having been given a towel, gown and flip-flops – we showered and walked across the wooden bridge, adorned with lanterns, past the rock formations, waterfalls and streams into the main gardens.
It was wonderful! The pools are all man-made but formed from smooth rocks, set to form steps down and different level perches so you could dip your feet, sit waist deep or immerse yourself totally in the water.
There must have been over a dozen circular pools of different sizes, different temperatures, different waters. We started – probably wrongly – with the hottest. After 5 minutes I was a dizzy lobster.
We adjourned to the middle temperature – 42-48 degrees said the sign – until a group of small boys invaded our peace and quiet.
By-passing the cool temperature we checked out a full sized but shallow swimming pool which was decidedly bracing. I waded waist deep but didn’t swim.
I warmed up in the steaming whirl pool, with seats set into the rocks and sloping slabs to lie on, with jets set to massage ankles, neck and back. It was fabulous but too hot to soak longer than a few minutes.
So we headed into a grotto, set under the overhanging hillside with a series of small pools fed by small cascades trickling out of the craggy rocks. The water in the pools was a curious yellow colour and I realised these were the “tea” pools another colleague had told me about.
Gently fragrant and a perfect temperature – we soaked – or rather brewed – for a while before walking over to the powerful jets that burst out from tall stand pipes to pummel your back and neck.
Another tea soak – in a different pool in the middle of the gardens – and we were well and truly done.
I took a card in English and Chinese from the still-giggling reception staff. But based on the day’s experience even if I try and go there again -I’ll probably end up somewhere different.
But that’s part of this whole amazing adventure……………