Out and about

I'm in Hangzhou, breathlessly.

Three things:

  1. When I see a spelling mistake or grammatical error in a book, I cringe because I am, like, super anal. Here, in areas where the Orient is slowly interlacing with the West, signs are written in Chinese and THE WORST ENGLISH IN THE WORLD. I am slowly shrivelling up.
  2. When I'm shopping, I will inevitably become homicidal if shop assistants insist on following me around the store. It doesn't happen too often, generally, but, dear lord, EVERY SALESPERSON IN CHINA IS LIKE THAT. Cull them. Cull them all.
  3. A while ago I was informed that the reason European people have a much higher alcohol tolerance is because, historically, they deal with unclean water differently to the Orientals - they brew it, we boil it. In the past three days, our entirely Asian tour group has consumed at least six bottles of complimentary rice wine/chinese beer PER MEAL. I am in need of explanations.

On that note, let the record reflect that I am very unfond of organized touring. More later.