Split ends. I has them. I gave myself a haircut in the hostel bathroom yesterday. I kept stressing that the maid would come in and get upset by the mess. She did come in, but she gave me a thumbs up. I guess she’s all for the DIY revolution.
I took my bike ride today and they sent me through heck and back. (My mom and my uncle requested that I not swear so much.) The route was definitely not built for bikes. A good portion of it was only a foot or less of dirt, with plenty of boulders stuck in, and right next to the river, so if you hit a glitch you were sure to fly in. I almost did. The whole time all the bamboo boat vendors were screaming at me from across the river, “Hello! Bamboo!” that’s all they ever say. “Hello! Bamboo!” over and over. They were so insistent, it led me to wonder if it’s a common practice for riders to wade through the rushing waters with their bikes to get to them.
I got back for dinner and the woman who seated me was moonlighting at the place across the street. She took my order and then all of the sudden I saw her through the window, seating people at a totally different joint. Do her bosses know? As I was sitting there, four Chinese college students came in and said they’d been given the assignment to interview a foreigner, and could they ask me some questions. They were really cute, all taking turns with their questions; do I like China, where have I been, do I know how to eat with chopsticks, what is my favorite movie, and they all seemed to like the polka dot dress that brings the mobs for photos. They were taking notes and I was kind of peeking at the paper. One of my professor friends in South Korea said her students had never really been grilled on their spelling before, and they weren’t very good at it. I think it’s the same in China. They all agreed I was brave, so the girl doing most of the talking decided to make a note of it and jotted down “brain.”
I found a “restaurant” down on the Li River last night, which is basically a folding table set up on the landing of the stairway leading to the river. It’s got a cutting board with a knife, a hot plate, and some ingredients, and then they have a whole mess of little folding tables and plastic chairs right along the edge of the water. The waitress comes to the table with a flashlight to take your order. I gotta get myself down there.
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