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... French accent (but didn't speak French!) what... I dunno.
In the morning, I left my bus ticket in my room! Oh horror of horrors! I didn't realize this until after I ate breakfast. I ran back to the hotel, and the man who runs the hotel with his wife was yelling at me, but I couldn't quite figure out what he was trying to say. I know he was saying PIAO PIAO which is ticket, so I wasn't worried. He was pointing in the direction of ...
This weekend, I was back to Jingdezhen again, on my way to the countryside outside Wuyuan. In the guidebook it's supposed to be impressive. I guess we shall find out! I got the exact same bus as I had last weekend, I knew, because a piece of cardboard with winnie the pooh was taped up to the front windshield to keep out the sun. ...
... wanted to go, so I ended up just walking there. In the middle of a terrible torrential downpour. Finally I we found each other and visited all of the places to buy ceramics in town. I bought some, but they shall remain a secret until Christmas, I guess.
Eventually, we ended up near Laan Liu's house and I couldn't sleepover in her dorm, but she showed me a cheap hotel nearby and I stayed there. Ready and so tired to go home tomorrow!
... mostly used the more polite term: wàiguó rén (外国人). Sometimes they used the more xenophobic language of the past: yángguǐzi (洋鬼子).
"Look foreign devils!"
Charlie and Cutty walked away from the crowds and followed a path several yards from the road. The people walked on the road; the flashes of their clothing cut through the trees. The path of Charlie and Cutty became more and more desolate. "Are there snakes ...
... blue like the ice which is so cliched and chipped. They pushed through thick bamboo and underbrush. The vines and branches struck their legs and arms leaving trails of blood.
After two hours they reached a road and joined the other travelers who would not venture onto a deserted path. They did not like this way as much, but followed it anyway. Later they returned by way of that overgrown path.