Traveling is a stressful piece of entertainment, but I think I finally understand a bit more about stress of traveling in Asia. The interesting thing it isn't the dark and dank places you end up, Beijing railway in all honesty is a dump, with its piss smelling entrance to the wash-rooms and the dark under lit waiting rooms which lead into further underpass tunnels (which remind me of the places in Munich, without the bad smells). The Shanghai underground is a mess, so many different exits in Renmin sq, not to forget some of these exits border on other underground stations. The Hauptbahnhoff in Munich is also a mess, but with 10 times less people.
The reality here is none of these things are a problem, even if my heel is busted and it feels like I have a 2 inch nail being hammered into it every time I step in my second worse pair of trainers in my life.
The stress is from the throng of people you have to crowd surf every moment you step out of the porch. Your on a train and all you can smell is the guys armpit next to you, without realizing you're almost Chikan the girl to your left, cross the road and you meet some taxis and mopeds head on. I turned to my girlfriend and said 'the funniest thing is Westerners pay to do this,' 'do what?' 'to crowd surf at music festivals, they can do it for free here in Asia'.
Take it easy my beautiful eggs.
verschiedenes
- the trains being nicer than I thought they would be,
- olympics are still impressive a year on,
- Australian traveller prediction,
- the xiao long bao resturant, so good we came back again,
- the canal toilets,
The Forbidden City was the first place to visit and really hit home that I was in the motherland. The two words that came to me as I walked under the second or third arch way after seeing Chairman Mao's portrait for the first time in person.
You walk forever and forever, past each building and you will find another 100 (yes that is a hundred). I spent a good 3 hours wandering around the Son of Heavens home, I could have spent another 3 there taking pictures. With the exception of being able to see it in person, the most content I get out of walking around the place is that for the 60 yuan people pay to get in. For something the Son of Heaven taxed ridiculous amounts of money from the average Chinese person over 600 years to build it, at least this money goes back to the people.
On a side note, that day I got to try a Chinese kebab for the first time, in fact its a turkish style kebab , once cooked the chef sprinkles some extra spiciness onto it. So nice I went to a supermarket to buy the same spicy sprinkles.
Hope you see it too my beautiful eggs
When my parents were having kids, they never thought that their son would be forever flying at 5,000 feet for most of his time. No parents ever imagine correctly what their kids could be doing in their lives. I sort of hope my children if I ever have any fulfill the Chinese Immigrant dream of one being a doctor and the other a lawyer.
For me though kids are a long way off, I kept saying to Susu that it was all about Russel Peters, I'm going off to meet my Chinese people, come on bring those Chinese now. But to be honest if people know me well enough I haven't been about that for a long long time. I found myself a while back, its strangely a perfect time to come here and experience the real China.
So is there any rhyme and reason about all of this. Not really, coincidence maybe? A little luck? The craziest thing is that I wrote a message to myself a year ago in a note book. I remember the details of the book, I was in a convenience store in Harajuku with Govey, for some reason I wanted to buy a notepad to document last years journey, I half succeeded in scribbling a range of unreadable notes. But back to the message, I found the note book sitting on my drawers in Munich, its nothing special save for the things inside. I started reading and knowing I always write into the back of things I opened up the second to last page.
Andrew, next year your life will be changed forever, make sure you have a good time, Love Andrew.
A year ago I was dreaming about what if, a month ago I was a year younger, three weeks ago I was staring at a piece of dim sum, on the 5th of September 2009 I'm Beijing Bound.
My life changed forever and don't worry Andrew I'm having a better time than you could have imagined that year ago. My point is, once you have found yourself and realized what your life can and should be about, your life doesn't change, its just your perception and how you might enjoy it.
Live your dreams my beautiful eggs.
At our highest point of intimacy we were 0.01 cm away from each other, 6 hours later she would fall in love with another man.
musik
- In My Place- Coldplay
- True Faith- New Order
- A.D.I.D.A.S- Korn
- Hands Down- Dashboard Confessional
kino
videospiele
- Gran Turismo Prologue
- Vector Tower Defence
verschiedenes
- Being Beijing bound,
- waiting for the plane downstairs from where I need to be,
- freaking Kasepretzel,
- my mum telling me to bring back some speck
- my auntie telling me to bring sausages to China,
