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Surviving China: Days 6-10
13 years ago
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Day 6
Nothing really interesting happened today. I went out for a walk and listened to this guy play his flute. I looked at the music because he didn’t mind and I really wanted to grab the flute out of his hands and be all like, http://fatkidatcamp.com/wp-content/.....I-got-this.jpg . Except with a flute.
Day 7
Another almost pointless day, but at night I reconnect with an old friend who now goes to college in southern Aussie. We have a nice talk and he invites me to hang out the next day.
Day 8
We play soccer in the morning after taking a taxi to this college in town, and as we stop to take a break, it starts raining. Hard. We find some shelter and talk shit about people and who they’re dating and stuff and it’s people I don’t know so I’m kinda just standing there awkwardly about it. We decide to eat lunch out together at a hot pot place, but we can’t find it and end up going for shit pizza instead . It’s still raining throughout our two hour lunchtime of us just eating and talking and when we go out, my friend asks if I want to go shopping at the Metro for BBQ stuff with them. I say hell yes and one and a half hour later I realize that it would have been smarter to just go home. The streets are built in a way so that when it rains, the water collects on the road. We crossed, maybe, 15 rivers (what we called them; they were maybe half a foot deep areas of water on the streets) on the way to the market and we got totally soaked. We spent the next couple hours just shopping for stuff and trying to dry off. It doesn’t stop raining for the rest of the day, though. I had lots of fun.
We’re tired on the taxi back home and he invites me to the 20-30 person BBQ on Saturday (Day 11) and I accept. It’s notable here to say that in his group of friends that we hang out with the whole day there are those who are going to America for college. Key thing to know here? They speak English.
Day 9
Nothing spectacular. I’m busy anticipating the BBQ because my mom also says it’s okay. No curfew, either.
Day 10
My mom takes me to this old hospital where she used to work. She meets her old co-workers and their boss (whose son speaks English considerably well) and we go out for a really, really delicious lunch. I spend the whole time talking to the boss’ son (he’s going to America for graduate school) in English and have a good time. I’m anticipating tomorrow a lot more now.
Nothing really interesting happened today. I went out for a walk and listened to this guy play his flute. I looked at the music because he didn’t mind and I really wanted to grab the flute out of his hands and be all like, http://fatkidatcamp.com/wp-content/.....I-got-this.jpg . Except with a flute.
Day 7
Another almost pointless day, but at night I reconnect with an old friend who now goes to college in southern Aussie. We have a nice talk and he invites me to hang out the next day.
Day 8
We play soccer in the morning after taking a taxi to this college in town, and as we stop to take a break, it starts raining. Hard. We find some shelter and talk shit about people and who they’re dating and stuff and it’s people I don’t know so I’m kinda just standing there awkwardly about it. We decide to eat lunch out together at a hot pot place, but we can’t find it and end up going for shit pizza instead . It’s still raining throughout our two hour lunchtime of us just eating and talking and when we go out, my friend asks if I want to go shopping at the Metro for BBQ stuff with them. I say hell yes and one and a half hour later I realize that it would have been smarter to just go home. The streets are built in a way so that when it rains, the water collects on the road. We crossed, maybe, 15 rivers (what we called them; they were maybe half a foot deep areas of water on the streets) on the way to the market and we got totally soaked. We spent the next couple hours just shopping for stuff and trying to dry off. It doesn’t stop raining for the rest of the day, though. I had lots of fun.
We’re tired on the taxi back home and he invites me to the 20-30 person BBQ on Saturday (Day 11) and I accept. It’s notable here to say that in his group of friends that we hang out with the whole day there are those who are going to America for college. Key thing to know here? They speak English.
Day 9
Nothing spectacular. I’m busy anticipating the BBQ because my mom also says it’s okay. No curfew, either.
Day 10
My mom takes me to this old hospital where she used to work. She meets her old co-workers and their boss (whose son speaks English considerably well) and we go out for a really, really delicious lunch. I spend the whole time talking to the boss’ son (he’s going to America for graduate school) in English and have a good time. I’m anticipating tomorrow a lot more now.
Hellshadow65
~hellshadow65
You sound bored except when you're talking to people. XD
ZB_Zingy
~zbzingy
OP
There's nothing to do when I'm not talking to people. :P
ZB_Zingy
~zbzingy
OP
Also, I think you'll get a kick out of Day 11, coming right up.
Hellshadow65
~hellshadow65
I'll be sure to read. =3
