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Falling into Yangshuo...it's hard to find the way back.

Yangshuo, China

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Yangshuo has sucked me in.

Everyone said it would happen but I hardly believed it. I orginally was planning to leave early on the morning of the 10th, after 4 nights here, but have stretched it and am leaving on the latest flight possible back to Guangzhou on the night of the 11th. I'm going to stay as long as I can. It really is a wonderful place and my hostel is a true family away from home.

Within the first hour here I had my first 'family dinner' and from then on, I knew I'd always be 'home' by 6:30. No one misses family dinner. People have, of course, been fading in and out from the family. But the family feel remains the same.

We've said goodbye to Rose, the short red-headed British woman, with a love for South Park, Family Guy and The Simpsons like I've never seen. Her husband Mick's absence is also keenly felt at the table--a balding, red faced Brit with a laugh that is contagious who worked for decades for Tampax (Rose said she got free tampons for life) and once bought a tux at Walmart. Between the two of them I laughed until I cried every night--nothing was off limits. I am very well acquainted with Mick's techniques for using a squat toilet as a man. Apparently, he was having issues and now just removes his pants entirely, just for safety's sake. If you'd like to know more, just ask :) They were so much fun and now a good portion of dinner is occupied with reliving the times when they were at dinner and the things they said.

The lovely family from Quebec here, Michelle, Charles and their children Nicholas(11) and Florence(9) started in Europe with London, France, Prague....they'll touch parts of Asia, Austrailia and South America before heading home. Nicholas just lost his third tooth on the trip. But apparently, the tooth fairy doesn't fly as far as China...only Prague. So he's keeping a tab for her that is up to 24 yuan.

A while back (days and dates mean nothing here, I only just realized I'm checking out tomorrow) a group of us asked Mr. Wei, the owner of the hostel, to teach a tai chi class. It's so much harder than it looks! We all stood out in the street outside the hostel trying so hard to mimic him but looking very much like fools. Even with dance training I had no idea what I was doing. And at times I thought, 'He could make up whatever he wants and I'd never know the difference!' I felt that might be the case when I was told to 'shake my knees in a circle'. Hmmm.... We did draw quite a crowd of onlookers including many children (one who tried to practice with us) and a woman who claimed to be 103 years old while showing us her dance moves.

After that was a bike ride out to the country side. It ended up being more off-road than on and was challenging with the shouldn't-this-have-a-banana-seat-and-streamers-on-the-handlebars bike we rented for 10 yuan (a buck and change) from the hostel. By the end of the 3 1/2 hour ride my thighs were burning and my butt must have been seat-shaped. The 'trail' we took is like a sick joke on Amazing Race. It is marked with red spray painted arrows. An arrow might be on a tree, or a low rock, or the side of a house...and they appear with no regularity. So, much of the day was spent getting lost which provided some gorgeous views as well as a little panic on my part at times. We found so many small villages with people farming. We were passed by cows and bulls on the road, chickens were everywhere, stray dogs and cats sounded off as we rode by and little children were always shouting hello. We even found a little cave/grotto thing. So, hindsight being rose-colored, it was a wonderful time!

The downtown is so cute and chill. There are a million stalls selling scarves--all look the same but if you asked anyone, theirs are really the best. Prices are sky high and you HAVE to bargain. I got a painting for about 80 yuan (maybe 11bucks) down from 180 (about 25 bucks). I also got two pair of earrings and a necklace for the equivalent of about 6 dollars.

I spent an entire afternoon just sitting in the balcony of a cafe people watching. It's a great city to relax in, which is why most people end up staying longer than planned. In my hostel alone, most people end up staying a week or two.

The girls from the hostel decided to go out for drinks one night. We were like celebrities for the night and at every club we went to we were taking pictures with people and people were buying us drinks and wanting to talk to us. One set of guys even bought my friend Monique and I roses, gave them to us and promptly left. I have no idea who they were. Even funnier though, is how early the town empties of Chinese. Most went to bed by 11:30pm (on a Saturday night)! After that, the majority of people in the streets were ex-pats.

We didn't make it to the caves with the mud pits yesterday...plans are always fluid and subject to interruption for napping or sitting and pondering life. Today I'm heading there with two med-students doing residency in Canada, Madeline and Jess. We'll probably go climb Moon Hill (700 steps...at least there are steps) later today as well. And then I'm assuming I'll sleep for the rest of my natural born life. At least that is, until family dinner.

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Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

Lijaing, China

rain 80 °F
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My first day in Lijiang was about as picture perfect as can be. The sky was blue, I awoke to the laughter of children next door at the elementary school, and everyone said it was unseasonably warm that day. My plan for the day was to get lost.

I wandered out early in the morning to find the Naxi women (the local minority group) already in the streets making Baba (thick pancakes, filled with meat sometimes) and eggs. In the morning the streets are lined with vendors opening shop, old ladies cooking and the cutest stray dogs you have ever seen. And no one here tries to sell to you on the street, they simply might look up, give you a smile, perhaps a "Ni hao" and continue on with their day, interested in you for the moment, but ultimately unconcerned if you continue walking. It's nice.

The Old Town square was starting to wake up too, with a few tour groups and a group of Naxi women in the traditional blue and white slowing moving in a circle, singing and dancing. I stopped to watch the simple dance and was transfixed. I don't know how long I stood there--but a little Chinese girl of maybe 3 or 4, dressed in the clothes of another minority group, brought me out of the trance when she started trying to emulate the old women.

A Chinese tourist group finally spotted me and the photo-ops began. Once I managed to escape, I wandered towards the water wheels. They are like the symbol of old town. I emerged from the winding cobblestone streets into a massive courtyard. Still very much a part of the Old Town but with a large video screen on a tower in the middle--a little jarring to see and quite out of place.

Next to the water wheel there was a long structure hung with all sorts of bells and wooden clappers. It is the Dongba Aspirational Wall. You purchase a wooden clapper for a few dollars, write your wish on it, then hang it on this structure. There are so many that at points you have to crouch down just to walk. I bought one, liking the idea that there will always be a part of me there, and filled it out. At the very end I added, "And please let Obama win". So basically, you have me to thank for that whole president thing.

I continued walking, with no map or idea where I was going or when I would get there, until I was at the entrance to Black Dragon Pool. It's more like a lake and a park all in one. I paid the entrance fee and couldn't tear myself away until my stomach was not only growling it was screaming four hours later. It is, without doubt, the most peaceful and most beautiful place I have ever seen. Except for a man in the lake in his underwear splashing around and screaming. It seems they're filming a movie in Lijiang--they were at the airport when I left too. I also stopped at a temple and was blessed by a Dongba man in a quite involved ceremony. There was incense and bell ringing, water rituals, a wooden bracelet and a jade necklace (oh yeah, and a donation!). I etched a prayer on a padlock and attached it to a metal chain in front of the temple. There are no keyholes or keys for the locks and they hang forever. Many are covered in rust from years and years.

Lunch was the Well Bistro. I'd been hoping to find it and stumbled upon it when I'd completely lost my way. A favorite of internationals, the place is filled with notebooks that are absolutely stuffed with drawings and notes from people who have eaten there over the last ten years or so. I had some pizza (they're famous for it--and rightfully so) and Naxi Baba and was so stuffed I couldn't eat the rest of the day.

That night I went to see the Naxi Orchestra play. Many of the members are in their 80's and they play traditional music (some songs are over a thousand years old) on original instruments (most were destroyed long ago but many members of this group from generations past buried their instruments to keep them safe during the revolutions and thus they have survived). It was a good concert when they were playing, I was really interested in the traditional music. However, when this man who called himself 'The Master' came out to introduce the pieces he was quite long-winded. He spoke about Chinese foot-binding, Chinese soccer, how he had a stroke...


Day two. I woke up very early to walk to the bus stop in the new part of Lijiang. It's not so much a bus stop as a place where locals instinctively know to congregate and catch a 'bus'. I use the term 'bus' loosely as it means any moving vehicle with a city issued number in the window. So don't go looking for any consistency or helpful clues like CTA on the sides of these suckers. Oh no!

After catching a bus, where my knees didn't fit because the seats were so close together we rode 40 minutes up to Jade Dragon Snow Mountain where we were let out on the side of the road, sort of near a parking lot. They're not really all about the easy directions here. Long story short, I finally figure out where I am going and buy a ticket for Yak Meadow, the mid level of the mountain at 3700 metres up. I jumped on the bus to the cable car and from then on, apparently had been adopted by the group of Chinese Government Officials from Guangdong Province that populated the rest of my bus. It was nice at first, because the guide took care of stuff for me. But then I realized I was the mascot. I took well over 50 photos with Chinese businessmen who literally fought each other and shoved each other to get a shot. I barely got to look at the mountain scenery for all the photo taking and the broken English they spouted at me. However, the mountain was very beautiful, though a snowstorm did move in as we were coming down.

On the way up in the cable cars no one wanted to sit with me (I was fine with that). On the way down, there were arguments over who would get to. Eventually the group and I split up--I ran away--and I had to get a bus back to the main tourist center.

(Enter Mr. Hyde)

There were three buses, equally large, going to the SAME place, all lined up one after the other. But every Chinese tourist has to be the best, has to get on the first bus. I was in the front of the 'line'...but not for long. The crowd surged forward, my feet were literally picked up off the ground by the force and a man took his hand and smashed my head into the bus wall. I screamed, and they laughed. Then the crowd surged forward again--really, all this for a BUS--and they squeezed all the air out of me. This was it, I had HAD it and something in me snapped. I found the strength to unpin my arms and started throwing elbows and cursing like a sailor. When I finally got on the bus, they all thought I was very funny and took my picture (they thought I didn't see them) for the next 30 minutes and pointed at me. Needless to say, I am DONE with Chinese buses.

I was dropped off in some random parking lot and had to wander for an hour and a half until I found where the first bus had dropped me off. It was 40 degrees and raining and no one would help me or do anything but point, laugh, and take pictures when I asked if they spoke English. I sat on the side of the road and hoped the bus would come. When it DID come, it was someone's van with the Number 7 in the window. Whatever, I thought and just got in. At least when I got home I went online and saw Obama won. I screamed out loud in my hostel and the people there gave me a half-hearted 'Congratulations'. No one in Lijiang really cared.

The next day I left for Yangshuo, all too happy to be leaving. I had two flights and a 2 hour layover in Kunming. I was followed through the airport by more Chinese with cameras and even a few with telephoto lens who tried to hide and take my picture. Really, if this is even a fraction of what it's like to be a star, I have the greatest sympathy. I eventually had to sit in a corner seat far away from my gate with nothing across from it, just to get some peace.


Now I'm in Yangshuo (south of Guilin) and from the moment I arrived I've felt so welcome. The hostel is not a hostel at all really but a homestay. Mr. Wei, the owner gave me slippers to wear around the house when I arrived (by expensive taxi from the airport) and sat me down for some tea. Then he said, "Well, go get settled and dinner is in half an hour." The house came alive! Everyone came out from their rooms and we all sat together, about 15-20 of us, around a big round table. There was a huge pot of rice, and a lazy Susan like I've never seen, just packed with all sorts of dumplings and chicken and beans....it was the best meal I've had in China and it's included in my 10 dollar a night room. It's a big family here and everyone spends the evenings just chatting and sharing stories. Everyone hangs out with everyone else and makes sure to include eveyone else when they go out. There are people from all over the world, all ages--even a family with two kids from Quebec that are home schooling their children during an 8 month round the world trip. It's finally looking up again. And this afternoon, we're all going to a cave together to play in the mud baths. It doesn't get much better than mud baths.

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Apparently I'm a little sleepy...

Beijing, China and Lijiang, China

sunny 53 °F
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So I didn't eat anything at the Night Market. Looking satisfied my hunger enough. And so many choices--roaches, snakes, earthworms, crickets...how is a girl to choose? Better to appreciate and leave wanting more than to gorge myself, right?

Dennis and I went to the Olympic sight at night to see it all lit up. We met Jim Song, a Korean American, at the hostel who came with us. Jim has an entirely different set of problems when he travels in Asia. Everyone assumes he speaks the language and is from whatever country he's in. So it's even harder for him to get around. In Japan, they wouldn't take no for an answer and continued to speak Japanese at him.

So, after transferring more times that we knew possible on the Beijing Underground, we finally got there.

And it was dark.

There were flourescent lights to see the paths and some blue lights in the concrete that made parallel lines as far as the eye could see. But other than that--nothing was lit up. We were very disappointed. It was still majestic but, come on, we came at night to see the lights! So we walked around a bit and I decided to take a photo of the blue lights. I was framing the shot, ready to press the button, when...ALL the lights turned off. It was completely dark. Apparently time to go home, all we could do was laugh and go home. And skip and do the monkey walk down the middle of the 6 lane road. The place was completely deserted. Hardly any people and definitely no cars. It was as if everyone just deserted after the Olympics and got the heck outta Dodge. Even the vendor tents were still up--just empty.

After that we went home and chilled with Nick the Swiss. He's got a boating license or something from Thailand so we call him Captain Nicholas. He always sits in one corner of the common room and works on his computer. It's his unofficial office and if he's not there we get nervous that something happened to him. :) Just kidding Nick.

I made myself say goodbyes and go to bed--I had a taxi coming at 5am to take me to the airport. I set my iPod alarm. Then, that night, I had all these musical dreams and couldn't figure out why. I slept through the alarm and woke to a small Chinese man tapping on my bed at 5:15 shouting "Driver! Driver!" Good thing I packed the night before.

The taxi dropped me at the wrong terminal, so I had to walk the length of the terminal to find out I needed a shuttle bus that was back at the OTHER end of the terminal where I previously was. The flight was uneventful, but I did nearly break my own neck whipping my head around when I heard English being spoken. It was Ariel and Claudia, from Boston. Ariel is living in Beijing, working, and her mom, Claudia, used to. I kind of stuck with them because the English translations from the flight attendant needed an English translator.

We had a 60 minute stopover in Kunming where I was hoping to us the Western toilet only to find out it was locked and probably being used for storage.

That's when I met the Austrailian woman. I never got her name-just involved in her uproar. She had a leg problem and couldn't bend one knee. Therefore she can't squat to use the ever so aptly named squat toilet. Now she apparently really had to go. So she went on a mission to get the door unlocked. She explained her situation many times, with the only repsonse being, "But the door is locked. You can't get in. Use the regular toilet." Then, to my suprise, she demonstrated how she couldn't use their toilets. It was hard not to laugh. A crowd gathered, an interpreter was found, and she explained all her lifes bathroom problems to a teenage Chinese boy who looked like he'd wished he didn't speak English. My role in this was to stand next to her, as support, saying things like, "Yeah, it's totally locked. No-no squat! Unlock it! No squat! No, no squat!" They generally pretended I wasn't there. In the end she had to wait to go on the plane. Because the manager of the airport (who she demanded to speak to saying she'd spoken to every airport manager in China) was eating and couldn't be bothered.

On the 45 minute flight, Claudia handed me an American Elle magazine saying, "You must be starved for the likes of this." I was and to my delight, when I tried to give it back, she insisted I keep it.

The Lijiang airport was the size of the Bloomington-Normal airport. Before renovations. Maybe smaller.

After I got my bag, a Frenchmen I'd breifly spoken to on the plane (and decided was annoying) offered to split a cab into town with me. I accepted only to find out it was really his shuttle to his hotel which he refused to let me split once we'd reached the hotel, saying he would have taken it anyway and just wanted to extend the favor. It was actually the most calm ride I've had in China, though the driver (wiry black hair, skin the color of milk chocolate, slightly reminiscent of a pizza delivery boy) was fond of using the center line to center his car on. We arrived at Frenchman's hotel--very cute with a courtyard filled with cats and kittens, dogs and puppies lazing about. A girl there called my hostel and arranged for someone to come get me then told me to sit and wait and brought me an apple and a cup of tea.

May, from my hostel, walked over to get me and even carried one of my bags. The 8 bed dorm I booked (for $4.65 a night) had a scenic view of a moss covered and mold covered wall next door and it smelled like a basement. So I splurged (at $18 dollars a night!) on a private room with my own bathroom and a double bed.

The hostel is very cool, with three levels, lots of outdoor seating, little alcoves, a TV/DVD room, an indoor wood burning stove and communal dinners if you'd like them every night. Apparently it gets busy in the evenings, with everyone coming back from their day but I wouldn't know. I went to take a nap at 4pm and woke up at 1am. Maybe I'll meet some people tonight. For now it's out into Lijiang to explore.

I do miss my friends from Beijing though. Especially Dennis--he and I checked in on the same night. But I've already gotten messages from some of them--we just can't let go!

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Grab a snack, this is a long one.

Beijing, China

sunny 60 °F
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Halloween was wonderful--the Irish pub turned out to be a favorite of local expats and everyone (but us) was in costume and dancing the night away. We even managed to convince Jouny, a young Finnish guy from our hostel who was previously spending the night peeling labels off his beer bottles, to come with us as well.

At the pub I watched my first match of International Rules Football with Australia vs. Ireland (Ireland won). It's such an odd mix of games and one of the best sporting events I've ever watched. Unfortunately, it's only played about once a year. Jouny challenged me (and many others) to a game of pool. I am a notoriously and embarrassingly bad pool player. Somehow (was it all the cheating?) I managed to beat him.

The pub was just fantastic with great Irish Pub food (Bangers and Mash!!). We were going to leave early, because red-headed Irish Barry had an early flight, but the fates had other plans. We tried unsuccessfully to leave twice and both times were kicked out of the cabs when the cabbies didn't know where to take us. So we took it as a sign and went back inside. We ended up drinking, dancing and playing pool until 3am. When we DID leave, we caught a cab in less than a minute and the cabbie knew exactly where to go AND spoke some English--coincidence? I think not.

The next day I went to the Summer Palace. It's much more expansive than I expected and kind of like a big maze. I wandered about after discovering it was near to impossible to navigate with a map. There was no way to ever be sure you were heading towards any one thing. I had an earpiece that gave audio tour info in English. Whenever I was close to something it would activate and start talking. The problem was that it would activate and I'd be surrounded by trees and have no idea where the thing it was talking about was. I found myself climbing down hillsides and through bushes more than once in a frantic attempt to find the 'point of interest' before the audio tour stopped talking. How do I always get myself in these situations?

Eventually I left early having seen only about 1/3 or 1/2 of the Palace. I was hungry, tired and annoyed with the tour groups and didn't want that to be my memory of the Palace. But one funny thing did happen when I got there. I was looking kind of a mess, it was windy and my hair was all disheveled, I had on my sunglasses, and a scarf and hoodie sweatshirt with the audio tour earpiece hanging down my neck and my ratty army green messenger bag on my shoulder. Suddenly, two Chinese girls, maybe 15 or so, chased me down, so excited they were giddy and almost crying, asking if they could take a picture with me. I said okay, frankly having NO idea what was going on, and they drug me over to some statue where we all gave the Peace sign and took multiple photos. Then, OTHER people nearby started taking photos of me and the girls, thinking I was someone important. I had to finally say, "Okay no more! Thanks!" and walk away. I have NO idea who they thought I was but I certainly walked around like a movie star for the next 30 minutes or so. Even when the sun went away, I kept those sunglasses on baby.

When I got back to the hostel I ordered some pizza and had dinner with Luis and Dennis. I ate half before I was full and tried to pawn the rest off on the boys but they wouldn't take it. So I went to the computers and got online. The guy next to me tapped my arm and asked, "Hey, I saw you got the pizza here, is it any good? Cuz I was thinking about getting it but, you know, Western food in China can suck sometimes." I walked over to my table, grabbed the half pizza and gave it to him. And that's how I met Brian.

He's from Alabama, been living in Suzhou for a year and half and works as an electrical engineer. I had to leave right after I gave him the food but later I spent the whole night talking to him and Nick, from Switzerland. Oh, wanna know how I met Nick? I sat on the couch across from his to read, he offered me chocolate, then later we got to the whole, "Oh yeah, my name is...". I love hostels.

Last night I went to see Beijing Opera with Luis. It was marvelous if a bit long and boring, at times. We got to watch the actors apply their makeup before the show and it reminded me of Kabuki. On the ride back to the hostel I sat next to this Swiss woman in the van. She travels the world, very posh like, and when she heard a French song come over the radio nothing could stop her from singing and dancing in her seat. And then I got involved and she gave me an impromptu French lesson. I learned all the words to the chorus, we laughed our heads off, and then I turned bright red when the driver pressed repeat and indicated he'd like me to sing it again.

This morning was breakfast with Brian and Nick and a visit to Mr. Mao's dead body. There was a LONG line and they kept announcing you couldn't bring in cameras. I didn't want to check mine so I decided to try the "Oh my God! I can't believe I forgot!" method and get in anyways.

It worked like a charm. They found the camera and I started, "Oh sh*t! Oh my God! I can't believe I forgot!...." The woman took me to the side and was going to make me leave the line, go across the street, pay to check it, and start back at the end of the line.

That is until I started making a scene with how confused and upset I was.

The Chinese hate to "lose face" in public so this woman pulled me to the side, motioned I should remove the battery and memory card then shushed me to calm me down and said, "Jus no picshuz, okay?"


Mao's body looked like wax. That's really all I have to say about that. Oh and there were all these flowers people left for him that they purchased out front. All I could think was, "Bet they sell the same flowers again tomorrow". I'm glad I saw it--all 5 minutes of it--but it was weird.

After, Brian and I wandered around til he had to leave. We'd had this plan to find a Chinese college aged boy or younger girl and ask if WE could take a picture with THEM, just to see what they would do but we forgot about it until we got back to the hostel. I said, "Oh well, we'll have to wait til next time". Brian's response? "No, this can't wait. It's gotta be now. The bricklayer outside. Come on."

So, he pretended his father was a bricklayer and that's why he was so enthralled with this man's bricklaying abilities and now I have a picture with a Chinese bricklayer. We hung around a few minutes longer, 'admiring' his handy work to thank him.

Tonight I go to the Olympic sites and maybe the night market where they sell gross things on sticks to eat and where I'll try to work up the courage to eat something that should never be eaten--fried or not.

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A List of Characters...


sunny 52 °F

Dina (Southern US)--Red-headed bubble of joy, always up for fun, had a sleepover, bought me a Mr. Juicy (orange juice), let me call my family via Skype and arranged for me to stay with her friends parents in Macau

Halina (Scotland)--Tall, slim, quirky girl who'll help keep the creepies away and pretend to speak Chinese with me to cab drivers who do not believe anything we say--still have a standing Dim Sum date when I'm in Guangzhou

"Arkerman", Michael (Austrailia)-- Short and stocky, full of stories about crazy things like Dolly and her dog, how he hates American Paris Hilton girls, speaks Chinese worse than me, loves dim sum, bungy jumped off Macau Tower, really wants to find salted squid to eat

Nathan (Austrailia)--Freakishly tall, has to duck under Chinese banners in doorways, acts as an easy meeting point in a crowd of Chinese people, also bungy jumped off Macau Tower

Kathy and Bob (Georgia)--lovely folks who put me up in their Macau apartment and fed me and spoiled me and watched X-Men 2 with me

Ellen (London by way of Sierra Leone)--lived in London 14 years, two daughters, in China on undisclosed 'business', likes to have curtains and window treatments made by Chinese tailors, hates Chinese rudeness as much as me, also refused to eat gelatenous cube food on plane

Kevin (Kentucky)--lost drivers license in the US so decided to come to China to teach English for 6 months since he couldn't drive, first person I met in Beijing, left for Guilin to visit his sister

Luis (Colombia)--teaches Electrical Engineering, in China giving talks, wants to find some sort of Chinese wind instrument for his "Wind Instruments of the World" collection, bald, hates Chinese food as much as me, hates McDonalds as much as me but still eats it here, once taught at University of Illinois at Urbana Champaign, loves Gustavo Santoalalla ALMOST as much as me, parents live in Buenos Aires, thinks I say Rio de Jianero like an Italian

Barry (Georgia)--recruits ER doctors, just as overconfident about the Great Wall being 'not so bad' as I was, helped eat massive amounts of candy to celebrate Halloween

Dean (Georgia)--works with Barry from Georgia, looks a little like some movie star I can't place (helpful reference right?), brought so much food to the Great Wall I could bless him for sharing it with me

Barry (Ireland)--short red headed man who talks very very fast and gets super excited about lots of things, teaches kids in Ireland, really loves to jump up and down to any song you might hear at an American high school dance

Dennis (Ireland)--tall red headed man who once decided at a bar he should move to Hawaii and left two days later.

Me (Chicago)--tall compared to Chinese women, freakishly large feet compared to Chinese women, will never get a cab when a Chinese woman is standing next to her trying to get one too, communicates mainly through charades and pointing to pictures and words written down in Chinese, eats a lot of Pringles, should never utter the words, "oh this is gonna be easy!", once followed a man through Hong Kong just to see where he'd go, has occasionally been known to speak in Italian when approached so that people will assume she doesn't speak English therefore has no money

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