Tiger hill, part 1
2010 01 02
Just a quick visit to the hotel to check in and use the bathroom and we were off to our first temple. This is Tiger hill, looking like a fortress surrounded by a lovely garden. The weather was sunny and mild and perfect for some temple exploring!
Our guide to the left. Entrance to Tiger hill to the right.
Just after the entrance there was a small bridge (as Suzhou is like Venice with its many canals) where we
saw these boats. Very sweet!
I took a picture of one of the small monsters (lions? tigers? bears?) and Bjorn and Yohann decided to enter
the picture. And ofc we had Arnaud to take a picture of me taking a picture of Bjorn and Yohann.
My pic.
Arnaud decided being in the pic was better than taking pictures himself.
From the left: Arnaud, Yohann, Bjorn.
Then I saw ponies and ran away.
The teenieweenie tiniest ponies ever! They were smallish category B ponies, like a small Gotlandsruss or
big Shetland pony.
It's hard to give you a good size comparison, as I lost the rest of the company when I ran off to take these pics.
But I found the others, they had just started climbing Tiger hill without me. (ken lee!)
Not on the top top, but another top!
Me. Look at my blue blue hair. It's so blue!
Bjorn.
The final (actual) stairs to Tiger hill. Or, at leat that's what I thought. But there was one more. They were
all very short, though.
Bjorn. Monster.
Me. Talking.
Buddha.
Me n' ma homie.
THE thing. Yep, we don't really know what this was. A castle? Fortress? Temple? We had lost our guide,
the French guys and Rachel (the Chinese girl who made this trip happen) so we didn't have anyone to ask
and all the signs were in Chinese only.
Just a quick visit to the hotel to check in and use the bathroom and we were off to our first temple. This is Tiger hill, looking like a fortress surrounded by a lovely garden. The weather was sunny and mild and perfect for some temple exploring!
Our guide to the left. Entrance to Tiger hill to the right.
Just after the entrance there was a small bridge (as Suzhou is like Venice with its many canals) where we
saw these boats. Very sweet!
I took a picture of one of the small monsters (lions? tigers? bears?) and Bjorn and Yohann decided to enter
the picture. And ofc we had Arnaud to take a picture of me taking a picture of Bjorn and Yohann.
My pic.
Arnaud decided being in the pic was better than taking pictures himself.
From the left: Arnaud, Yohann, Bjorn.
Then I saw ponies and ran away.
The teenieweenie tiniest ponies ever! They were smallish category B ponies, like a small Gotlandsruss or
big Shetland pony.
It's hard to give you a good size comparison, as I lost the rest of the company when I ran off to take these pics.
But I found the others, they had just started climbing Tiger hill without me. (ken lee!)
Not on the top top, but another top!
Me. Look at my blue blue hair. It's so blue!
Bjorn.
The final (actual) stairs to Tiger hill. Or, at leat that's what I thought. But there was one more. They were
all very short, though.
Bjorn. Monster.
Me. Talking.
Buddha.
Me n' ma homie.
THE thing. Yep, we don't really know what this was. A castle? Fortress? Temple? We had lost our guide,
the French guys and Rachel (the Chinese girl who made this trip happen) so we didn't have anyone to ask
and all the signs were in Chinese only.
