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This morning, the plan was to go to a museum. We got up, I intended on having a repeat experience of buying street food, but the seller wasn't there. I went for a wander to find the bakery that I knew about, but I still don't really remember where it is. I walked almost down to the next intersection before I found it. I bought what looked like a chocolate croissant, but I'm not sure what it was actually, it was a little heavy and slightly fish tasting. I had taken too long, ...
... br> first Mandarin language class beginning at 8.00am sharp. Followed by the
Chinese ritual of morning exercise in the courtyard with the whole middle
school in attendance. The Chinese precision in movements was formally on
display, and impressive to all those who observed. Although the girls first
practice of this routine was not quite as finely tuned as their hosts, we are
sure with practice they will be soon be ...
3 weeks to go, and I've reached my original target! Despite quite possibly the least productive week of my life, I've surpassed 1000 words and 50 characters learnt, as well as having flowing conversations with the locals. I still can't understand everything they say to me, as lots of people here speak crazily-fast and in super strong Beijing accents, which makes individual words hard to distinguish, but I've now had several full-length conversations, with not a word of Chinglish in ...
... the symmetry with that one which actually replicates the lotus flower in bloom in late August on the Yantzee river at dusk on Thursdays (ok, I'm kidding on the last one, but he was like Rainman with dates, names, and reasons). Tiananmen Square in and of itself isn't much to behold, it really is what its billed as, the largest public square in the world. And in low season (now) during the 'slow' time of the day with the least amount of tour buses; there were no less than ...
... sure if was just me being self conscious but I believe I read a look of concern or pity on the official 'pushers' face as her eyes passed over us, with our bulky backpacks and frontpacks. Our moment had arrived, we rushed forward. I was finding it all quite funny and interesting but the look on Nessy's face showed some concern for our welfare. Nessy was the last sardine in the carriage and the official gave her as much pushing as possible, while I had settled into a groove where ...