|Courtyard outside the Temple of Hui Neng|
|A gate at Nan Hua Temple|
The problem was that the bus took us to the village, not the hot springs resort itself. We were told we could just "take a taxi" to the springs. Of course, when we arrived it was pouring rain, and there were no taxis. I asked several people there and they gave conflicting advice. Eventually, in true backpacker style, we hitched a ride in the back of a noodle delivery truck. Boxes of flour and noodles were everywhere in the back (it was not quite as big as a semi-truck). I let the girls ride up in the cab with the driver, and I sat in the back with his passenger/helper. We went over some really bumpy roads and I was literally in danger of hitting my head on the roof. Eventually, after I must have broken all the noodle packages in the box I was sitting on, we arrived. The driver refused any money, and wished us well. Nice. I love backpacking.
The springs themselves were INCREDIBLE. The locker rooms had porters, wood trim, clean floors, private lockers, and warmed towels, not to mention the private shower stalls (complete with body wash and soap). When we went outside, there were about 15 different pools full of hot water from the springs. Since it was cold and rainy, there was no one else there. Just us and the Chinese workers there to dote on us. We stayed until evening, then went and ate at the restaurant on the grounds. It may have been the most relaxing day I've ever had in China. I didn't want to leave.