New attractions in Nanjing.
I made the rounds last night with an expat Austrialian, hopping as the kangaroo does from one watering hole to the next. We visited two music clubs, one with a desperately out-of-tune rock band and a 25RMB cover and the other with regulars singing the Chinese equivalent of Frank Sinatra.
Rhys told me, in all his internet-searching, he was able to locate a bar famous for its "pole-dancers, midgets, and transvestites." Another bar allows patrons to pay to cry on the shoulder of its cocktail waitresses, and yet another promises that you will have the opportunity to yell at and insult your hosts.
Who knew Nanjing had such a delicious side?
Rhys told me, in all his internet-searching, he was able to locate a bar famous for its "pole-dancers, midgets, and transvestites." Another bar allows patrons to pay to cry on the shoulder of its cocktail waitresses, and yet another promises that you will have the opportunity to yell at and insult your hosts.
Who knew Nanjing had such a delicious side?