Fraternal Cooperation International
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Today we started at a local dairy company. We learned about the business, enjoyed the yogurt & ice cream they make. Next we drove to a local tea room and participated in a tea ceremony. Garrett really enjoyed the ginseng oolong tea. Then we went to Beijing Olympic Park. We had lunch at McDonalds, then walked around to see the Birds Nest & Water Cube. Our next stop was the Beijing Zoo which wasn't originally scheduled but we had extra time today. Then we took a Rickshaw tour of ...
First thing I did this morning was do laundry and clean my room.
Then, I decided to walk outside of west gate to go the Starbucks in the Party World. I saw the Starbucks the other day when I was riding in a taxi. When I finally got to the Starbucks today, it was still under construction.
Still craving my green tea frap so much, I decided to walk to the WeLife Mall. I was surprised by how many people were at the mall. So thought that people would be at work ...
... the blog. But after about 3 hours of delay the Captain explained that even if the weather improved the crew might run out of time. This was now not looking quite so good. And then (4 hours late) we started to taxi and were told we were 6th in line to take off. When it got to our turn the pilot declined his slot as he could see the storm ahead and we were sent back to the stand (where we had lunch!). No other planes took off after that and whilst it gives us all manner ...
... preceding as I was a little stressed that the Chinese transport system wouldn't work, after all my plane tickets to and from were booked in complete Chinese. We ended up celebrating NYE the next afternoon by watching the ball drop in NYC and listening to an Indian commentator whine about how he was stuck in an Asian T.V. studio.
The next couple days in Beijing were spent checking out the local tourist sites and trying to figure out how ...
... You want?" he yelled as he approached, pointing to the cap. "One hundred five zero!"
"Wo meiyou yi bai wu shi kuai," I responded. I don't have one hundred and fifty kuai.
The shopkeeper hesitated for a second. From the surprised look on his face I could tell that he wasn't expecting that I could speak Chinese. I decided to press my luck, hoping I'd be able to get away with a cheap buy before he could pull himself back together.