To China and Back
Hello y'all,
So I went to China in May and came back in July. I was so excited, but it was nothing like I expected. I don't even know where to begin about it, though. Like seriously, I'm staring off into space thinking of what to start with now.
So to answer the initial question, no I didn't like it. I wanted to come home the third day. The air is terrible, you can stare at the sun @ any time of the day with no problems. The water is terrible; the river that went through the city stopped running sometimes and it just stuck to high hell, a smell we dubbed "Essence of China". Put everything putrid you can think of into a hot pot and stir it together with shit on a stick. People have no concept of Black Americans over there. My roommate's tutor thought I was going back to Africa when the rest of our group went home to America. People stopped me several times to take pictures with me, including twice while climbing the Great Wall.
And speaking of the Great Wall, I went to that bitch FIVE TIMES. Can you say overkill? The first time was unneeded, there were people everyhwere. But the 2nd and....4th time? Those were the best. The 2nd time was in a northern suburb of Tianjin, where we stayed most of the time and studied, and it was right at the hotel we stayed at. No hundreds of people or nothing. Then the 4th time was the "First Pass Under Heaven", the spot where the Wall extends out into the Pacific. It's the beginning of the wall, very breathtaking. This guy got mad at me there because I wouldn't take 2 pictures with him. Lol.
Went to a whack ass beach resort town, looked like a ghost town. The beach was nice there, I can say I've swam in the Pacific now, but this whole weekend in particular was a bust. Our tour guide was just 22, but she had the mindset of a 12 year old. She talked TOOOOO damn much, not to mention when we did want her to speak Chinese to us, she wouldn't. Then her Engrish (no typo) wasn't the best ever either. She took us to this expensive, decrepit, knock off Sea World where all the animals there looked like they wanted to be dead from the terrible treatment the Chinese were giving them there; we just were depressed the entire weekend.
And let me not get started on the food. Chinese food in America is soooo much better. I lost like...well I'm not sure of the exact amount, but I went over there wearing a 20 and came back a 16 in 8 weeks. And I never want to eat ramen noodles again.
For our last days there, we went to the southern part of China, the Hunan province, just one over from the Sichuan province that had the earthquake. It was very scenic, and I thought we would hate it, but besides from starving the whole time there and the terrible ass ragedy ass bus we traveled on, I had a pretty nice time. Oh, but there was this one night I cussed a Chinese lady out because her little bad spoiled ass kid was playing ding dong ditch with our room.
Never have I been so patriotic in my life.
So I went to China in May and came back in July. I was so excited, but it was nothing like I expected. I don't even know where to begin about it, though. Like seriously, I'm staring off into space thinking of what to start with now.
So to answer the initial question, no I didn't like it. I wanted to come home the third day. The air is terrible, you can stare at the sun @ any time of the day with no problems. The water is terrible; the river that went through the city stopped running sometimes and it just stuck to high hell, a smell we dubbed "Essence of China". Put everything putrid you can think of into a hot pot and stir it together with shit on a stick. People have no concept of Black Americans over there. My roommate's tutor thought I was going back to Africa when the rest of our group went home to America. People stopped me several times to take pictures with me, including twice while climbing the Great Wall.
And speaking of the Great Wall, I went to that bitch FIVE TIMES. Can you say overkill? The first time was unneeded, there were people everyhwere. But the 2nd and....4th time? Those were the best. The 2nd time was in a northern suburb of Tianjin, where we stayed most of the time and studied, and it was right at the hotel we stayed at. No hundreds of people or nothing. Then the 4th time was the "First Pass Under Heaven", the spot where the Wall extends out into the Pacific. It's the beginning of the wall, very breathtaking. This guy got mad at me there because I wouldn't take 2 pictures with him. Lol.
Went to a whack ass beach resort town, looked like a ghost town. The beach was nice there, I can say I've swam in the Pacific now, but this whole weekend in particular was a bust. Our tour guide was just 22, but she had the mindset of a 12 year old. She talked TOOOOO damn much, not to mention when we did want her to speak Chinese to us, she wouldn't. Then her Engrish (no typo) wasn't the best ever either. She took us to this expensive, decrepit, knock off Sea World where all the animals there looked like they wanted to be dead from the terrible treatment the Chinese were giving them there; we just were depressed the entire weekend.
And let me not get started on the food. Chinese food in America is soooo much better. I lost like...well I'm not sure of the exact amount, but I went over there wearing a 20 and came back a 16 in 8 weeks. And I never want to eat ramen noodles again.
For our last days there, we went to the southern part of China, the Hunan province, just one over from the Sichuan province that had the earthquake. It was very scenic, and I thought we would hate it, but besides from starving the whole time there and the terrible ass ragedy ass bus we traveled on, I had a pretty nice time. Oh, but there was this one night I cussed a Chinese lady out because her little bad spoiled ass kid was playing ding dong ditch with our room.
Never have I been so patriotic in my life.