The China Diary (5 of 10)

This fifth and middle entry into my China diary evinces my increasing contempt, sexual astuteness, hypocrisy and adolescence... in that order.

Oh, for the wonderful ignorance of being 14 again.  You couldn't pay me to go back there.

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Wednesday, 22nd March 1989
Hua Ting Guest House
Shanghai

Today was a little below average.  We had to get up really early and get packed so we could eat and run for the train.  The train was the most uncomfortable I've been on yet.  After we got to Shanghai, we got on a bus and took off for lunch.  It seems the farther we travel the worse the food gets.  After lunch we got back on the bus and had a small tour of the city.  I personally think our guide is gay, but that's just my opinion.  After the tour we went to the hotel and got settled and then took off again for some touring, dinner, then we went to see some Chinese acrobats who put on a great show.  After the show we came back to the hotel for the night.  I took my suitcase up to my room I share with Mike, who's from Kennelworth, and then went up to visit John and Stan.  I then came back down and Mike and I got the bright idea to fill up a shopping bag full of water and drop it out of our window.  It made a huge bang.  Then I brushed my pearly yellows and started to write this.  So this is it for tonight.
'Night.

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Here's a real blast from the past for me.  Sandra.  The blonde chick in the middle is the one who round-housed me outside the elevator doors somewhere in Beijing.  (So at this point, it hadn't happened yet.)  And the gal on the right is Trish, the one who composed the heartfelt letter telling me how she wished our burgeoning friendship could blossom into something more upon our return to Edmonton.  And about which I did absolutely nothing.  (An alarming trend in what few things I could hazard to call 'relationships' right up to my mid-20s.)

The reason (I'm almost certain) that nobody's smiling in this shot is because it was pissing rain outside, all the windows in the restaurant were open, there were puddles of water on the floor as we were eating and it was bloody freezing.  Plus, we all decided that we didn't like tofu.

I still have this habit of taking self-portraits with my camera by holding it out at arm's reach.  I don't normally hold my mouth open that wide any more while doing so.

Comments

[Linda]

You card. Does your family have sore faces all the time from laughing at you?