ticket to ride
it's my last sunday in beijing, and this will probably be my last post in beijing. i'm looking forward to coming home more than ever. still, i woke up this morning and felt the slightest twinge of sadness at my impending departure.
or maybe i was just hungry.
i decided a few weeks ago that my farewell post would consist of me telling you about two important things:
first, we've discovered that lee kum kee soya sauce tastes awfully good with just about anything. we've hence taken to calling it magic sauce. and it really is! can't speak for the bottles sold in singapore, but those sold here are filled with. . . magic sauce.
second, and most important of all, is probably my greatest achievement in beijing to date.
i can now poop in a squatting toilet (poop being the most neutral word i could think of). i used to have a mental block against it, but desperate times call for desperate measures. it is amazing what one can achieve when driven to it.
on that note, much as i'm not for globalisation and the erosion of culture, one of the best memories i'll have of travelling around china is coming out of the train station at 长春 (chang2 chun1) on the way back from changbaishan and seeing a kfc right in front of my eyes, open at 0630 in the morning, because the sun rises really early in summer - breakfast was from 0530-0930.
kfc meant just one thing, especially since i needed to poop Really Badly.
clean toilets. squatting, of course.
it's my last sunday in beijing, and this will probably be my last post in beijing. i'm looking forward to coming home more than ever. still, i woke up this morning and felt the slightest twinge of sadness at my impending departure.
or maybe i was just hungry.
i decided a few weeks ago that my farewell post would consist of me telling you about two important things:
first, we've discovered that lee kum kee soya sauce tastes awfully good with just about anything. we've hence taken to calling it magic sauce. and it really is! can't speak for the bottles sold in singapore, but those sold here are filled with. . . magic sauce.
second, and most important of all, is probably my greatest achievement in beijing to date.
i can now poop in a squatting toilet (poop being the most neutral word i could think of). i used to have a mental block against it, but desperate times call for desperate measures. it is amazing what one can achieve when driven to it.
on that note, much as i'm not for globalisation and the erosion of culture, one of the best memories i'll have of travelling around china is coming out of the train station at 长春 (chang2 chun1) on the way back from changbaishan and seeing a kfc right in front of my eyes, open at 0630 in the morning, because the sun rises really early in summer - breakfast was from 0530-0930.
kfc meant just one thing, especially since i needed to poop Really Badly.
clean toilets. squatting, of course.
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