September 13, 2006
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China Blog: Day 18
16:16 Beijing Time
Phrase Of The Day: Wo mei zui zai…. (I’m never drinking again….)
Okay, after a morning of volatile stomach-upsettery and a lecture on
the Dark Ages, I’m finally feeling fit enough to write a full-scale
Blog. Apparently last night’s hi-jinks were very amusing for all
involved, and I must confess I had a wonderful time. I just don’t think
I’ll be consuming that much alcohol in such a short space of time
ever again. The Korean food was fantastic, but I think tonight is going
to be an evening of sitting in, cleaning the flat, watching DVD’s,
eating safe, non-flammatory foodstuffs and drinking water.Yesterday was great fun. Me and Dennis went to check out Guilin Lu,
which is basically one of the main shopping areas in the city. It’s a
crazy amalgamation of chain stores and street vendors, and I’m pretty
sure if you looked long enough you could find most things there. It’s
also a lot easier to get to than I imagined so I should be able to get
there on my own fairly easily, and maybe NOT end up in Beijing. Dennis
introduced me to “rolling lunch”- a hodgepodge of food bought from a
variety of vendors, which was certainly both a pleasant experience and
a suspected cause of this morning’s unpleasantness.After that we swung by “Beard Papa”, a sort of patisserie-esque
establishment highly recommended by Fiona, where I acquired the cream
puff to end all cream puffs. You know the custard you find inside a
Boston Cream doughnut? Imagine a tennis-ball-sized lump of that encased
in the flimsiest of pastry shells. It’s physically impossible to eat
without ending up looking like a victim of Crinkley Bottom’s gunge
tank, and it tastes like…well. Let’s just say I could easily get
addicted. Fiona scores once again!Then I went and picked up afore-mentioned DVD’s. Ripped off, naturally.
Not that I advocate video piracy, but here in the PRC it’s almost
IMPOSSIBLE to get genuine….uh….well, anything. Brands mean little
here, because people automatically assume it’s ripped off. So now I
have some English-language films aside from Jurassic Parks 2 & 3.Also, yesterday, I bit the bullet and did that most terrifying of
things todo in a foreign country: I got a haircut. Dennis wrote down
what I wanted, and off I ventured to the barbers…Now, my fear of hairdressers is always a big deal. Even when I worked
in the States, or Sunderland, I felt uncomfortable around the
barbers there. No idea why, I just have a fear that they’ll mess up my
hair so catastrophically I have to shave all my mop off and lose my
coveted title of “Lewis Male With The Most Hair”. or that I’ll be the
victim of some Sweeney Todd-like serial killer. And I mean this- i
think it may actually be some kind of phobia. Not being at my regular
barbers terrifies me. So imagine if you can, a nervous
Englishman asking for a haircut using very bad Chinese, a scrap
of paper, and his ever-present BBC phrasebook, and you begin to
see my predicament.So how did it go?
Well, it went well! The guy seemed to understand my Mandarin babblings,
and the haircut isn’t in any way disastrous! And the head massage
before and after was very welcome!Phew.
The rest of the afternoon was spent playing footy and just generally
working up a sweat before the evening meal, which was great fun, from
what I can remember….….All of which brings us to this morning, and my slow recovery. My
lecture today was great, even though I set my class a surprise test
that scared the bejesus out of them.One of my favourite periods of
British history too….the Dark Ages. God, I’m such a history
geek at times it shocks me.Anyways, that’s life! However, I did work out that Guardian.co.uk isn’t
actually blocked by the Great Firewall Of China! Objective left-wing
news! YAY!!!!!!!!Oh, and the ever-wonderful Tom Conneeley sent me this little gem: Enjoy!
http://www.b3ta.com/links/One_day_at_TorchwoodZai Jian!
Comments (1)
You’re brave – I would’ve chickened out and let my hair grow down to my ankles. =P I don’t mean to sound stereotypical, but do they even *have* very very curly hair in China?