China. A snapshot.
We are now in Xi'an, site of the terracota army. We haven't been to see it yet as we are kings of lazy but we have high hopes for tomorrow. Probably early afternoon unless it is too hot.
We spent last week dossing down at Lee and Annies home in Shanghai. We met Lee in the Philippines and one drunken night we are sure he invited us to come visit and as we were in the area we though we would call in, unpack, generally make a mess, eat their food, use the washing machine (that was S not me), and drink their beer (that also was S and not me). It is worth mentioning that never met Annie before we unloaded our clothes in her washing machine so she needs extra credit for not throwing a fit at our appearance.
Lee is something in the city. That is something I have always wanted to say. I am still none the wiser as to what it means though. I used to have this idea that it was to do with stocks and shares but from my week observing Lee I think it is more to do with knowing people that own bars and restuarants or have access to press passes to events with free beer. Why didn't they put that on the sheet at careers day? I wonder.
We came to Xi'an by plane. This wasn't planned. Much like most of our journey. Annie is Chinese, this has obvious advantages and she was able to score us plane tickets for less than train tickets! 12hrs on a sleeper train or 2hrs on a plane. BONUS.
Annie's travel service will be sadly missed although we have managed to get our next train booked which is a relief as China can be complicated. It isn't as hassled as India but they don't do English as well. In fact you can't compare the two. Any analyst who compares China with India for who is going to be the next economic power has never been to both countries. There is no comparison, China is going to be the one. Unless something really weird happens. All eyes on USA.
Food. Mmmm. Well. Yes. In four nights we have been to two different Chinese parties, both for childrens birthdays and both were celebrating their second birthdays. Bit of a coincidence. Another coincidence was that we frightened both of them to tears. The white devils that we are. They wouldn't come into the room on either occasions. We honkies went outside for the blowing out of the candles. Food. Oh yes. I have eaten it all. Dad you would be proud, Mum I apologise now if this menas Dad can try and get tripe on the menu for Sunday lunch. Lets just leave it at chewwwwwy. Whilst I am reminded. Did I mention I ate a grasshopper/bug thing and a frog last month? In the same vein. Crunchy.
Oh yes and Lee who has lived here for seven years had a McD's on his way home from the meal. He had been on a VIP all the Guinness you can pour into you England all stars rugby junket that afternoon but still. Bad form. As were the vodka drinks he poured later. Hic.
We also managed a night in front of the TV. I treated S to a bottle of wine. I am sure you appreciate how S needs abit of TLC every now and then. So it was delivery pizza and a bottle of finest Chinese red. At one pound twenty a bottle it was quite sweet but if you concentrated and tried to imagine you were drinking port it wasn't half bad.
This isn't as exciting as my flip flop news but my second watch of the trip curled up last week. Enough is enough I finally decided I can't keep buying watches that cost three pounds and I complain when they stop working after five months. Call me reckless as I know you will and I know I shouldn't have but I couldn't help myself but I just came over all funny and I got myself a Rolex. It is however dead smart. I just wonder how long it will last, especially as I forgot to take it off in the shower this morning and it might not be waterproof.
In case I am coming over all ME ME ME what with my expensive Rolex and the cheap wine let me show you my caring side. I donated my new sunglasses to S. I say donate as It makes me look giving but it fact it went something like this. Rewind to Bangkok and S has lost her third pairs of glasses on this trip (yes Three, 3, THREE). She buys a fourth pair of cheapish Diesel sunnies. No knock offs for miss fancy pants (as far as sunglasses go, we need 100% UV protection, can't you smear suncream on 'em?). Fast forward to Shanghai and Decathlon. Pat's UK Decathlon sunglasses are still on his head, the left arm is very wobbly and you can't see much when wearing them but importantly they are still on his head, but he begrudgingly shops for some more. No brand name for him, oh no, less than a fiver for Pat, oh yes, they'll do nicely.
We haven't left the carpark before they are on S's face. Look out for photo's (I will put some on I promise). I'll be wearing glasses that cost two pound twenty my eyes will be frying in ever picture and I look like John Lennon whereas S will be looking very dapper indeed in ones that cost five pounds. As an aside if you notice I have developed a stoop in the pictures it will be the weight of my back pack as it has acquired the extra load of a pair of Diesel sunglasses and the dust they are gathering!
I surely spoil that woman.
ps. If S send out one of her poisonous emails (not long after she reads this blog entry) and if it contains reference to something the youth of today call a PSP and my having bought one. IT IS ALL HOGWASH.