tess is beached

tess is beached


Pensive Pigeon

Pensive Pigeon


a bnw gull

a bnw gull


Holidoodle(s).

Okay, so in the last two days two people asked me to update them; and they both reckoned I should blog it. So this is me doing what those two people asked for. I HOPE YOU ARE HAPPY…

TWO PARTS.

i) After a lovely super-chilled time in Dorset, baby sitting a dog and playing superleage FoileeBall (tm). I wandered to the airport and decided it would be best to spend the next 24 hours in or around the air, eating, drinking, and mostly not sleeping.

During this time I saw (500)daysofSummer. Which was good. Fantastic Mr. Fox, which is less good on a second viewing, and a lot of pretty dire american sitcoms. Arrested Development was on there too. That is all I did for 24 hours. It was fun.

ii) At the end of 24 hours, after being in and around the air for an inordinate amount of time, and eating too many, ‘things’ I arrived in CHINA.

At the airport - which had normal toilets, not the horrible drop-howdoyouusethese-toilets they had in Dubai, which meant I didn’t actually use them - they saw fit to open an entire passport control, pretty much just for me so I breezed through AND DIDNT EVEN GET ARRESTED. not one bit.

Bianca - my contact in these parts - promptly found me in a massive group of people and put me on a superfloatyMagnoTrain (tm), which went at 450km/hr and took me to Shanghai proper. Afterwards she informed me that while these trains were sci-fi and cool. They were also German engineered; so well so that they aren’t allowed to use them in Germany, due to the accidents. GOOD GOOD.

A THIRD PART

iii) So, in general since then I have worked some, eaten a lot of food - it is cheap here, you get loads and it’s very tasty YAS!

Work so far is good. There is plentiful food there, good people and interesting stuff to do.

When not working I have been a) eating b) getting drunk in one of a million bars c) in a taxi or d) having a crazy hair cut.

Everything here is crazy in the best kind of way; not least due to my linguistic ignorance. Getting a haircut was an experience:

a load of girls. a wash, a dry, a massage, a more massage, an ear clean, a more massage, a confused guy, some hair chopping. Strange looks, a desperate ‘a bit shorter please’ game of charades and another wash and dry later and i was done. All for the grand sum of THREE POUNDS…

OTHER THINGS.

my hands hurt from the chopsticking.

china loves werges. they are everywhere. I will do more as soon as I fix the site.

clubs are open late but are fairly expensive. thusly i have spent a lot. We played foosball at a club at late a clock and got beaten by these mental chinese people who kept saying it was a goal even when the ball didn’t go in the net. JOSH IS NOT A FAN OF CHINESE RULES FOOSBALL.

THAT IS AN UPDATE. i hope you enjoyed it.

miss your face(s)*