Zhonghao Hotel Zhanjiang
No.2 Haichang Road, Xiashan District Zhanjiang, Guangdong, China
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A Day in the Life of: A Beijing Opera Singer
... off. Yuck.
5;30pm The show was over, make up mostly off (including my hands, which they had quickly tried to cover up in an attempt to make sure they matched my face). Mae came to watch the performance, so we collected our lovely flowers from my headmaster and went out to dinner.
9pm: I went home, and decided that while fun, my career as a Beijing Opera singer was, in fact, over.
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Trick or Treat, give me some Chinese food to eat
... around the restaurant, cups were smashed. I looked up to see a bottle heading in the direction of our table, and I leapt out of my chair and ran for the door. I heard the bottle crash and land right near my chair. Eventually the storm calmed down, but we finished our food and left before they started round 2. I went back home to attend to other important matters, such as caring for my new baby, or rather my baby turtle. His name is ...
Weekend fun!
... we went to this amazing vegetarian place. The dishes kept coming, fake chicken, lamb, beef, soups, spicy dishes, noodles, endless amounts of food and tea. I could only understand a few worlds of their conversations, and in fact apparently they were saying that Greg and I looked alike, which tells me either A) all foreigners look alike B)All vegetarians look alike or C) I have turned white since moving to China. Not sure which one, but it was a great evening. Til next time! ...
Yes, I eat noodles out of a bag :)
... from fried bread-like things, dumplings, meat on a stick, you name it. My friend Shelby and I decided to go for noodles, where you get to pick what you want them to put in. I went with 3 types of tofu (yes, that’s right) veggies and the noodles all for 10 kuai (less than $2). And the best part? Instead of giving us a container, they put it in a plastic bag! I was walking around China eating noodles out of a plastic bad like it was ...
Duped Detour....
... our tickets to the non-English speaking staff. They explained in pigeon Chinglish that the bus had broken down (not sure about this!) and that we had to get another bus and then change midway for our connection to Guilin. With few other options, we agreed.
Aboard the bus, both of us exhausted, we show our tickets to the conductor and gesture for him to alert us when we need to get off and collapse into our beds. Six hours later ...


