Note to self: when in China, a morning walk
through the park can lead to recruitment with the local Chinese dance group.
By some ironic twist of fate, I woke up this morning (my only day off
while we are here in Shijizhaung) around 7:30 am. After taking an
uncomfortably lukewarm shower (apparently even that early there’s no hot water),
I got dressed for the day and pulled on my kaki pants. In my haste to
pack my suitcase in Shanghai, I had wedged them into the only open cranny, an...
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After a while of traveling in foreign countries, you begin to realize that it's not just your luggage that can get lost. When you don't speak the language, you loose your ability to speak. If you can't decipher the written word, you loose your ability to read. And if you can't read the signs to know where you're going, you yourself can get lost. It can be a bit overwhelming, and at times humiliating, but I'm sure even Odysseus experienced frustration on his adventurous travels. This blog is my account of my travels. Hopefully, my blunders will assure others that they are not the only ones lost in translation.
