As I’m never going to get around to writing up the week Jon and I spend cruising down the Yangzi River I’ll just direct you to Jon’s amusing, if disjointed, account of what happened.
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If there’s one global industry that’s screaming out for reform it’s drug dealing. Of the plethora of global consumer industries drug dealing is simultaneously the most profitable and the most unreliable. Dealers who can be consistently relied upon for quality, quantity, and promptness are incredibly hard to find. In China this is particularly so, as the penalty for drug dealing is execution by firing squad, whereas penalties for drug use are comparatively lenient. This creates unchecked demand from recreational uses, who don’t fear capture, but conversely drives up prices and drives down quality as dealers are exposed to an increased level of risk.
As such Sergio and I were unable to score any e for this weekend, and I had to make do with a mediocre pill left over from last week. Having settled into a routine of weeknight beer drinking, and weekend dance club revelry the last few weeks have been a lot of fun, but a little monotonous. Last night was no different in this regard, as Sergio and I headed down to Mix and Babi clubs for a night of dancing.
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My time here in China has been quite an experience lately. The academic year is coming to an end and so most of my classes are finishing up over the next two weeks. As a result it’s left me questioning what I want to do next. Maybe I will stay in Chengdu and teach for another semester. My concern, however, is that I have made so many great friends here, most of whom are leaving soon, that if I stay behind then I’ll be constantly comparing everything to how it was before (and probably find it lacking). On the other hand I am considering traveling through Laos, Cambodia, Thailand and Vietnam as an alternative option to staying in China.
My lifestyle here in Chengdu is, surprisingly, somewhat reminiscent of my time in Amsterdam. As many of my friends are grappling with the same questions of what to do next, we’re all making an effort to enjoy ourselves to the absolute maximum–with a complete disregard for our health.
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My Chinese girlfriend, Li Dong Dong, came to my apartment today with what she promised would be a “great surprise.”
Indeed she was right… the last thing I was expecting was a home made cake with “I love you Evan!” emblazoned into the icing. The particular irony being that until the day before she wasn’t even sure what my name was.
Is it just me, or is this a little sudden from a girl I’ve know for all of 10 days?
Whilst I’ve mentioned baijiu in several previous posts, I may have shied away from revealing the full extent of its corrupting influence. More than anything else I have ever known, Baijiu makes people stupid.
Last night some friends and I all met for dinner in a local Indian restaurant. Unfortunately O had been enjoying the company of baijiu prior to arrival. So much so that shortly after arriving he vomited bile under a seat cushion and had to be chased, by me, down the middle of one of Chengdu’s main streets, in the rain, without shoes on. After catching up with him and sending him home in a taxi, I returned to the restaurant to find that Sergio and J were getting stuck into a bottle of baijiu that they had bought earlier. As J proceeded to get drunker and drunker I explained to him the ill advisedness of taking ecstasy after drinking so much. Seeing the seriousness of my intention not to give him any drugs he consented to going home while Sergio, Chloe and I got a taxi to Mix club.
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