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... were various martial artists all practising their art, including those using big sticks and swords; it looked like a Kung fu movie set at times which was very exciting. And amongst it all was a round eyed lanky lad from Lancashire tripping over his own feet and generally moving left when everyone else was going right. I think a few pics were taken too so no doubt there's a Chinese equivalent of you-tube somewhere featuring the spastic from the ...
... to know by tomorrow.
As for lunch, I ate at the cafeteria again because I did not want to use my real money. I ordered chicken with veggie.
Then I returned to my dorm to do some reading. My head hurt, so I fell asleep for an hour. I needed that nap.
I got up and studied some Chinese. Then I walked to the egg pancake vendor outside the cafeteria. I ran into Jesse who was also ordering an egg pancake. We walked to the ...
... of course) whether we wanted to see the man himself. I replied yes, and he grabbed my hand and started running with me in the opposite direction. "I'll go with this" I thought for a few seconds, and then realised that I'm 46 and shouldn't be running hand in hand with a Chinese bloke so somewhat aggressively broke free. He shrugged and headed back towards the entrance but the incident did serve to show us that we needed to locker our bags and cameras on ...
... there, it took a very forced combination of Audrey and my language skills to get us to the building where my suitcase was. Finally we found some helpful young Chinese girls who spoke a little English and they helped us find it. Fortunately for my language skills and unfortunately for my what to do when I get lost plan, people here do not speak English as often or as well as I expected. In fact, it seems like most people can't speak ten words.
... so fatigued that it still didn’t feel "real" to me. The first thing I noticed was the air, which
is an asthmatic’s nightmare. Even at the
baggage claim, there was a smoky haze that had the distinct odor of burning… not
campfire burning, or popcorn in the microwave burning, but a sort of chemical
burning. I thought to myself, “Maybe
they’re doing construction nearby.” But no,