There’s only one thing worse than traveling in China’s during the spring festival. That’s knowing that one of the passengers is the Corona Virus.
Being a transplant from Chicago where rats are the size of an Italian Beef sandwich, I grapple with why the Chinese celebrate the year of the Rat 大 鼠.
Other than the sea food and my cutesy “this should be featured on Pinterst” homestay, Can Tho is the Cleveland of Vietnam. Totally blue collar with no hawkers trying to sell you trinkets or drag you on a day tour. I meandered to the local fresh market where I purchased my coveted souvenir: sea salt.
Does wearing weird clothing make music sound better?
I’ve been at the Epizode music extravaganza this week in Pho Quoc, Vietnam, that is, if you consider techno music er uh, music.
If you have overdosed on golden nipples or forgot to bring attire to properly cover up your own, visit Bangkok’s Cultural Center, free of charge or dress code.
Now that it’s time to transfer the money into my old folks Depends fund from my Chinese bank, I’m getting stopped at the Border Control.
Last but not least, is my least favorite kind of Artificial Intelligence in China. It’s the endless bullshit excuses I get from students regarding late homework. Embarrassingly enough, the majority of the excuses flow like verbal diarrhea from American students.
Christianese is the only language more confusing than Chinese. For starters, you can’t cut and paste it into my faithful friend, Google Translate.