Furama Dalian

... restaurant and I really couldn't decide what I wanted. Burger or Enchiladas and somehow I had a vision of Randy Hansen telling me to order the Enchiladas. So I did. On the menu it says (all in English of course) that I would get three chicken enchiladas served with rice, beans and tortilla chips. Count the chips in picture. Tortilla chips must be very valuable in China. In case you don't see it, I received three (3 ...

... ship and I noticed it was open today, but now because I had the bike, I couldn’t walk up to it. There was one more road but it had some barriers set up. Maybe I can ride up there and come out by the space ship. I thought I would give it a try. I started riding through the parking lot and up to that road and just as I entered, I heard someone yell behind me. I don’t know what they yelled but by the way they yelled, it sounded like – Don’t go up there. I turned ...

I left Shenyang on a train bound for the seaside city of Dalian, with a journey time about equivalent to that of London to Edinburgh (I have no idea if the distance is equivalent; I suspect it's not as far). On board I spotted another chuckle-inducing piece of Chinglish: a girl was sporting a T-shirt with the slogan: "No Paint, No Gain" ... so near and yet so far ...<br><br>Dalian is a pretty city, which is not an epithet I would normally ...

... the airport bus, helped me buy the ticket, and told the driver where to drop me off. The driver was extremely nice, carried my pack into the hotel for me and made sure I was checked in before heading home. The hotel staff were nice and the hotel was right next to a tonne of Korean restaurants. For this reason, despite a completely ****** traveling day and a telephone argument with hotel staff, my first impression of Dalian was positive. Nice people (except for one) and ...

I gave in to two vices today... melted cheese and a massage.<br><br>Kirsty organized for us to go to this little place in Jinshitan for a message, and I was really excited. For Y80, we would get pampered for nearly an hour&#8212;one of the strongest motivations to moving to China.<br><br>We walked there after school, and I wasn't totally sure what to expect. The lady led us to this backroom that was decorated... I am trying ...

... ripped off like foreigners always are... bargain hard.<br><br>Finding the &#8216;mall&#8217; itself wasn&#8217;t too ************ce we went through the doors&#8212;it was like entering a giant, six storey flea market. We wandered, and wandered, and finally came across some stalls that offered clothing, but none had plain t-shirts. After what felt like hours, but was probably closer to one, we found a place that had a few options... We explained we wanted 15 black ...

... would have felt was bang on. One student said: "If this had been real life I would have jumped from the building." The dejected way he said it was pretty funny, but under the circumstances, that is exactly what some people did. <br><br>Certainly some of the students did make money, but there was enough variety that it better demonstrated the result across the nation, rather than for a few individuals. One of the best parts was the first and only person to go ...

6 months in China and 6 weeks in Italy got me thinking about the differences between those countruies and the US, It would not be easy to characterize the people in any of these countries. The populations are diverse, multi-cultural and multi-national, and the range of life is evident in each. But there are vivid distinctions in the histories and ...

... in china)...the same, he said. i gave in. i was too tired and too wet. i agreed to stay...the woman doing all the paperwork asked for a RMB500 deposit. i only had 200 in my wallet (i had been planning on changing some money after i get settled). i almost cracked. i asked her if the deposit was in case i broke something...she said that it was for a lot of things. i left my bag behind the desk and set out to get some money...it involved going all the way back to ...

Ok, so we arrived back in Dalian in the pouring rain and at about 7pm at night with nowhere to stay and Jon optimistically in shorts. We had the name of a youth hostel written down and showed it to a taxi driver who couldn't find it and then repeatedly ignored our requests to be taken to a cheap hotel and took us on a tour of all the most expensive places in town. We finally decided to go to the train station and ...