No, no Chinese Jews. Just Expats,
but very friendly.
One dude, Irving,
who, surprisingly, is NOT a 45 year old balding accountant,
invited me to his friend's apartment nearby,
where we drank and drank.
a 40 oz. bottle of Budweiser cost me 50 cents.
a 20 minute cab cost me all of $3
True stories.
Then we went clubbing. Which was lame.
I'm also slowly starving to death,
since all the food here is like...crazy.
just....you know, maybe Ill put some pics of dishes up here.
I know how to say "vegetable dumplings"
but unfortunately,
nobody has any.
I got excited when I saw some sushi at a store but,
silly me,
it was crab and ham sushi!
YUMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!
no. so I had a salad, and ate it in a nearby park while listening to OK Computer.
And got stared at. Shamelessly. By everyone.
Can't really pretend I didn't like the attention.
And here are some pictures, finally.
The chinese reads: People are really smelly.
Nah. I have no freaking clue what it says...
and here is the view from my 21st fl hotel balcony: