To the cunning vendor at Tianzifang: I ate both of those marshmallow-filled, synthetic durian flavoured sticky rice skin balls, whether I wanted to or not. On principle. If you're going to charge foreigners the same price for one sweet as you charge your countrymen for two, you'd better be sure laowai doesn't have enough stealth Chinese … Continue reading Tianzifang
I ate some deep fried tofu in spicy sauce and steamed bread for lunch from some shacks outside the Humble Administrator's garden, and then bought some jabotica fruits from a smiling woman who kept adding flourescent things to my box, even though I didn't want them, and told her, in Chinese. Then she weighed the … Continue reading Commerce
To the lady with pink hair I caught trying to put money in my shopping bag in the toilets of the Beijing South Train Station: the shopping bag was from Parkview Green. It was sitting on top of my Samsonite hard case. And the toilet attendant didn't want your money either, whether you were American … Continue reading To the lady with the pink hair
Sarah Bonnar 