Today I arrived in one piece and feel somewhat happy. Not happy as in ‘hip hip hooray!” But more like ‘damn I am so happy this huge hunk of tin built with knockoff tech and substandard parts actually made it to its destination’.
And as I reflect on life in China this seems to be a prevalent theme. For instance I thank the heavens for surviving:
– subway rides
-high speed rail rides
-a glass of milk with “chinese characteristics”
-a meal with “chinese characteristics”
-day glo pork
-fake pork which is really bleached beef
-cancer rice
-cardboard jao zi
-fake steamed buns
-drinking the water
-breathing the air with “chinese characteristics”