Right now it's -33°C in Ulaanbaatar. I don't care. I'm in Sanya, on Hainan Island, off the south coast of China. It's about 28°C here right now. When I say 28°C, I mean Plus 28°C. With a capital P.
I knew it would be warm, but I was still taken by surprise by the tropical, humid air and the site of people walking outside without hats. It wasn't Indonesia-hot, but still, it's 60 degrees warmer here than it is at home. It won't be that warm in Ulaanbaatar until July.
But in spite of the warmth, I can't say I'm happy to be here. I'm here for work, so I won't have much time for fun. Even worse, we're staying in a resort that bills itself as the "only luxury resort in China with truly Balinese style." I'll admit that on the surface it looks like a Nusa Dua resort, but when it took the girl at reception a half hour to check me in, I knew that this would be Bali with a socialist twist. At best.
This was confirmed when I ordered a beer and was asked, "Do you want it straight up or on the rock?"
I had my beer straight up, in case you were wondering.