Look it’s two years later and I still haven’t told you guys about my trip to China! I mean, by now even I’ve probably forgotten all about it!
…what a good time to take a look at my China journal, hm? Back to the past, two years…
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5:53 AM, 4:53PM Texas time, senior graduation’s about to start and Pomp and Circumstance is starting to play. I originally woke up at 1 but nobody else was up so I went back to bed until later. When everyone DID wake up, we went for a walk around the neighborhood. The rest of the morning was spent eating noodles for breakfast, watching the two birds in the house do decisively sexual actions [O.O I don't remember that part of my trip... good thing I'm reading this again, isn't it? >_<] and doing a mini-church at home (with me playing the piano). Plus Play Solitaire and Minesweeper somehow.
For lunch we went to this… restaurant, I guess? You know how asians are known to be bad drivers? Imagine a road in China.
I assure you, it was worse. There were motorcycles, 3-wheeled carts and a few cards all over the road, going every direction possible, left, right, diagonal, straight at you etc. A few intersections had traffic lights, but nobody listened to them anyways. The general right-side of the road rule had been seemingly dissolved; we spent the first part of the drive driving in the dead center of the road and when we were actually driving on the right side, motorcycles were driving in the same lane, going the opposite direction. People were walking across the road everywhere. Keep in mind China is more dense in population than the US, it was chaos. And yet my grandmother drove casually, talking to my mom while randomly weaving around the road. My mother on the other hand was about to have her 211th heart attack.
Finally after reaching the restaurant we went up to the 3rd floor and entered our own private room with a couple couches and a large dining table in it. We were served tons of different plates, the most interesting probably being the fried ice cream.
[These words are scribbled around the page] Sunday drivers, mad drivers. Hurts to sneeze
