February 26th: mexican nite in nantong
[ posted by mcdeviltoast ]
Day 163
Woke, had dumplings at the blue pacman place. My stomach got upset with me. Ever since that batch in Guiyang fudged my donkey up, I have not been able to handle those variety of dumplings. I burp it up for the rest of the day and feel accordion-gutted. File under: quesadillas. (A rather nasty bout of food poisoning has kept me gunshy about quesadillas, which is rather unfortunate since they were a staple food.)
Rode home after acquiring some light groceries. Wrote, uploaded pictures, showered, got ready for Nantong. At around 5pm, I took a cab to the bus station, hoping it was the right one. I stood outside waiting for the Dongzhou crew, got heckled by the motorcycle-helmeted brute squad. I placated them with a little pu tong hua, mainly just tried to mind my own business in hopes they'd do the same. At last, the others got there and we filed in to the bus station, got our tickets. Mike and I killed time hackey-sacking until it was time to board.
Once in Nantong, we walked a chilly couple of kilometers to the American Cafe where Erin and Matt were waiting for us. I had pitacos (tacos in a fried pita-bread substance) and a tasty Guinness. No appearances from Joe or the Nantong Michael Moore, who as it turns out, is Matt's co-worker at the university. After billiards and gestation, I ordered Bananas Foster, which I will always order no matter how full I am because it's such a rare treat, and they brought out a banana split. Disappointed.
Rhys and Jeni wauted for us at the City Hunter pub while we went in search of DVDs and Jack Daniels, both of which we found and obtained. Back at the City Hunter, both Mike and I weren't doing too good stomachwise. I had a Sprite and after a hearty burp, I felt loads better.
We bade adieu to Erin and Matt, cabbed it back to Haimen. Heather and I got some Pepsi to mix with the whiskey, a 7-up for Mike. Everyone else crashed, so Heather and I watched Dodgeball, although certain scenes didn't have any music because of her patch-cord setup. Still hilarious, even if some of it was due to accidental surrealism.
We then had a lengthy conversation spanning fears, relationships, teaching, and cognizance of the brevity of being abroad. The friendships and bonds that all of us are forging will likely be lifelong, even if we never see each other in the flesh after these speedy four months. Keeping that in mind, every second we have here is precious, and thus a cause for celebration. These are the times we will always look back on fondly, and we're still in the middle of it all. I, for one, am thankful for that foresight.
Nantong Moat Full Moon
moon guitar
Woke, had dumplings at the blue pacman place. My stomach got upset with me. Ever since that batch in Guiyang fudged my donkey up, I have not been able to handle those variety of dumplings. I burp it up for the rest of the day and feel accordion-gutted. File under: quesadillas. (A rather nasty bout of food poisoning has kept me gunshy about quesadillas, which is rather unfortunate since they were a staple food.)
Rode home after acquiring some light groceries. Wrote, uploaded pictures, showered, got ready for Nantong. At around 5pm, I took a cab to the bus station, hoping it was the right one. I stood outside waiting for the Dongzhou crew, got heckled by the motorcycle-helmeted brute squad. I placated them with a little pu tong hua, mainly just tried to mind my own business in hopes they'd do the same. At last, the others got there and we filed in to the bus station, got our tickets. Mike and I killed time hackey-sacking until it was time to board.
Once in Nantong, we walked a chilly couple of kilometers to the American Cafe where Erin and Matt were waiting for us. I had pitacos (tacos in a fried pita-bread substance) and a tasty Guinness. No appearances from Joe or the Nantong Michael Moore, who as it turns out, is Matt's co-worker at the university. After billiards and gestation, I ordered Bananas Foster, which I will always order no matter how full I am because it's such a rare treat, and they brought out a banana split. Disappointed.
Rhys and Jeni wauted for us at the City Hunter pub while we went in search of DVDs and Jack Daniels, both of which we found and obtained. Back at the City Hunter, both Mike and I weren't doing too good stomachwise. I had a Sprite and after a hearty burp, I felt loads better.
We bade adieu to Erin and Matt, cabbed it back to Haimen. Heather and I got some Pepsi to mix with the whiskey, a 7-up for Mike. Everyone else crashed, so Heather and I watched Dodgeball, although certain scenes didn't have any music because of her patch-cord setup. Still hilarious, even if some of it was due to accidental surrealism.
We then had a lengthy conversation spanning fears, relationships, teaching, and cognizance of the brevity of being abroad. The friendships and bonds that all of us are forging will likely be lifelong, even if we never see each other in the flesh after these speedy four months. Keeping that in mind, every second we have here is precious, and thus a cause for celebration. These are the times we will always look back on fondly, and we're still in the middle of it all. I, for one, am thankful for that foresight.
Nantong Moat Full Moon
moon guitar
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[ posted by mcdeviltoast @ 2/26/2005 11:50:00 PM ]
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