Yi Fei Cui Hotel
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... br> * In New Zealand we have electricity, running water, tractors and more then 3 cows; we don't know how lucky we are.
* Lots of branded stuff and all fake
* Some people are very scary because they don't have many teeth
* No minimum drinking or smoking age
* Spitting in public (5 against 1 on this being disgusting)
* The translation of the food on the menu's is SO funny
* The food is pretty good (you ...
... of days in Kunming, and Dave and Ana got out a bit, but we also just spent time at Lew's place. To have an oven, a comfortable couch and a great stack of English DVD's was wonderful! We have been debating whether to move to Kunming. The weather is much more pleasant, the sky is blue and the air is clean. It definitely has its advantages, but then Nanyang also has some plusses. We will be deciding over the next month, what we want to do ...
... a lot of pointing, acting and receiving meals you didn't quite order!! All good fun though.... .
Being a foreigner in their country is a real novelty for the Chinese. We have now appeared in more photos than we care to remember, with many locals asking to have their picture with us!! Bless them... I was about to say, we'd be on Facebook - but the Chinese government bans Facebook here - ...
... to a swanky room with soft lighting and vinyl couches. I was told the 5th floor by one of the receptionists of the hotel but I went to the 5th floor of the wrong building. I was greeted by dark hallways with neon lighting and two men, Chinese men I think, but because I was looking for the Vietnam Consulate, I assumed they were Vietnamese and I had a new challenge in front me, figure out how to ask Vietnamese people for directions. I still haven't figured out how to ask ...
[I haven't been back in China since I left a 2-year teaching stint in 2001. Other than feeling regret that I hadn’t kept up my Chinese language, gained at that time with considerable effort to about a lower intermediate level, I hadn’t thought too much about how I would feel about being in China again.]
In Shanghai’s Hong Qiao airport, I stared in exhausted stupefaction at a water dispenser. I wanted to fill ...