A VAST RIGHT WING CONSPIRACY

second day of classes. 

chinese is no better. i got my chinese name. its bu rai dah. it means unluck and immoral. 

i find out we are going as a group to the place we went the night before. 

i got my chinese name. its bu rai dah. it means unlucky and immoral. 

i invite our chinese teacher and she blows us off. im leaning towards her hating us. 

edick is still drunk during calligraphy. he hick-ups like a cartoon and everyone gives up five minuets in. 

we take taxis to see the hutungs and meet our tour guide who looked and sounded like Colonel Nicholson from bridge over river kawi. he was flippant and would say things like "the ming were a stuffy people. they had nice furniture and porcelain though."

the hutongs are beautiful and quite. the architecture is old and the people polite and its easy to forget your in one of the largest cities in the world. 

 

saw baby ducks and turtles that were cute and going be turned into food. 

it was beautiful and i haven't felt so relaxed on the trip so far. we bought beers and hung around the old mansion of a famous drag queen. 

we had dinner got more beer toasted marx on his birthday and got loud once again.

we talked our TA and Ma (shes 80) into coming out.

we buy expensive drinks and are the only ones in the club except some prostitutes doing blow in the corner. 

we ignore everyone else in the club and dance ridiculously. we leave after about three hours. 

so far this trip is nothing like lost in translation.