The sun peeped from behind the soft curves of a sleeping lady giant. And I watched with a little flutter of exhilaration as my ship anchored near the shores of Sanya. I couldn't help thinking - what a beautiful name! Sanya. Befitting the view of slender clouds covering misty mountains floating amidst coral green waters. A slight drizzle and a soft wind blew a suede brown butterfly towards me which whispered something in my ear . Some mysterious chinese whispers.