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... snacking and Subway. Kamie ate his rice and part of his beef. He even tried the pasta/soup stuff. He did not like it but he was hungry and we always eat dinner late on this tour.
After our arrival in the Pudong International Airport i.e. Shanghai... we were all taken to our bus by the tour guide where we put all of our belongings and then we walked back in the airport and took the escalator back to the Maglev - the high speed ...
... indeed immense! I am sure I could not fully appreciate the engineering marvel it truly is. We were hoping for better views from up high but the foggy conditions did not make for good long range views or unfortunately, photos. Our river cruise was coming to an end as we continued along the River to Yichang where we docked and prepared to disembark. It was chaos on the boat and at the dock where hundreds of passengers were hailing taxis, hiring porters to transport luggage, ...
... other than the cabin, so that's where we sat. This trip was memorable, but for all the wrong reasons. The restaurant, we discovered, sold flied rice (i.e.: the rice had flies in it). We had already decided not to eat in the restaurant owning to the overall level of cleanliness of the ship. I later saw the cleanliness of the kitchen and knew that my initial instinct had been accurate. At the end of our first full day on the boat ...
... teen, and thus is criticized and observed far more than any other country. You've probably noticed that the more powerful China becomes, the more it's in the news--because now it's on center stage, in the spotlight, being observed by world media. Soon enough, China will be called out for this and that as well, and in fact already has been for a while now.
Sorry for a very random post, but these thoughts weigh on me--there is a constant battle of trying to portray my country in ...
... Chinese as well. They love commenting on my "shou mao" or "jiao mao" (arm/leg hair) and how much I have, tugging on it and amazed that it's blonde. These kids climb, punch, and play with me whenever they spot me, lining up to punch my shoulder as I flex it--their goal is to be the first to inflict pain (trust me, it's in a playful way, don't worry). It usually leaves a line of kids shaking their hands and screaming "it hurts! it hurts!" In all fairness, I'm ...