Beijing, Baby
Holy rollers!
Andrew and I are in Beijing, baby, and I believe I’ve found my nirvana. If I return with a belly the size of a bowling ball, know that it will be worth it. I’ve eaten so many pot stickers that I’ve even begin to forget the hell that was our journey here.
Our train ride was uneventful, dropping us off in the dusty town of Erlian. But from there, we hopped aboard a sleeper bus. What does this mean? Reclining seats? Oh, hells no. A sleeper bus is filled with beds, stacked two high. You spend yor entire journey reclining, with a blanket over your body. This may not be a problem at night, but we climbed onto the bus at 3 p.m.
“Nightie night, Josh,” Andrew said as he entered his narrow compartment.
I spent the trek sleeping, waking long enough to watch King Kong dubbed into Mandarin. Jack Black, man, he’s not the same with a Chinese accent.
Our bus was supposed to deposit us in Beijing at 6 a.m. However, due to the driver’s swiftness, we arrived at 2:30 a.m. In the middle of nowhere. Utilizing our skills, we caught a taxi to town, then stumbled into a hostel at 4 a.m. Huzzah!
We met up with my cousin Maya in the morning, then spent the day eating and walking, walking and eating. Most street snacks are one yuan: about $.14. Babies, I’ve eaten just about every scallion-bread iteration and kebab available.
“But have you gone to the penis restaurant yet?” my cousin asks.
No. But there is still time. I never thought I’d write this line, but I am nearly to ready to chomp down on animal penis. It will make me strong, like bull! Or sick, like stupid man!
August 30th, 2007 at 10:25 pm
Um Josh, I read about someone who tried the penis thing at kenka. I could post their words and leave you feeling sick, if you aren’t already or just compare stories once you’ve updated. I choose the latter. Good Luck!