In which I'm starting to feel like I'm on a cruise ship that visits no ports of call.
Early Afternoon, 4 June
This morning, a sign appeared informing us that we'd have tai chi lessons twice a day for the next several days. It turns out that one man on staff is a student of tai chi, and agreed to teach us. Staff are also quarantined to the hotel for the duration of this excitement (and are probably not receiving hazard pay), and I'm so glad that he's agreed to share his interest with us. So about 15 of us gathered, masked, in the lobby (so...close...to the outside....) and, as gracefully as we could, stepped and pointed our toes and moved our arms in slow circles. It was great, and would make an excellent cover story for the China Daily. ("Quarantine Guests Enjoy the Best of China.")
Lunch was good! I suppose that when I was the only "guest" there wasn't much emphasis on quality. There were about 27 coated and masked bandits against me. Now that the ratio is about even, the food has improved markedly. I had hot and sour soup, pea pods with pumpkin slices, stir fried broccoli and chicken curry for lunch. Green vegetables that are not bitter green leafies! This improves my life drastically! I won't say the food is fantastic, but definitely edible now.
Secret discovery: In the bathroom, there a sign that says, "小心地滑“ which means, "be careful, the floor is slippery." (Ok, it actually says "little heart floor slippery," which is why I love Chinese.) The sign also features a man slipping to his demise trapped inside a bold black triangle. A plastic sticker is attached underneath the Chinese, and reads, "Caution: Wet floor." In my boredom, I peeled off this sticker to read what is written underneath: BE CAREFUL OF LANDSLIDE!!