On traffic: When I got into my first taxi, I noticed there were no seat belts in the back. Then I started wondering whether the customary bars implemented between the front and back seats were meant to protect the driver from shady clients....or me from a shady driver. Then my driver started yelling across the car to talk to another taxi driving beside us, whilst still driving himself. Then I figured I had a shady driver and reached for my seat b--nevermind.
On streets: 6 lanes, no pedestrian crossings. Do or die.
On food: The French have an ally in frogs' legs. And it tastes better than chicken. And yes, that is a piece of tortoise shell. And yes, I passed on that.
On Mao:
If there's a market for getting oneself photoshopped in a manly handshake with the guy, he evidently still matters.
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And another 10 minutes of conversation (if you're 20 or over and unmarried) will be about whether or not you have a boyfriend/girlfriend and who he/she is (if you have one) and how they need to meet them or if you don't have one, they'll ask you how you don't have a girlfriend/boyfriend yet. Sigh. Relatives.
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