It all began on the plane …
I'll try, promise.
This represents a myriad other business signs and ads messing it up
Best thing about this was a mirrored/correct version 5m to the left of this one and the exit really being to the left.
Wherever Austrians or Swiss helped build the cable cars there were also some decent German translations to be had
That's cool with me
I sure as hell won't!
Such a shame they only had this in XXL )':
Can't argue with that
At some point they must've run out of lower case o letters
You can't even make this up
Three of these were from the same place
And the worst mess-up of them all:
At this point I must mention that people around here generally don't like being paid in cash and most of the times don't even have suitable change on hand. Mind you, 100RMB equals roughly 13€ and it's the single largest bill they got. Shit, I've had singular legal tender a hundred times worth that amount in my hands elsewhere and could expect an exchange whithin reason. When gambling people have to come to the table with bundles of these. In some places other people even had to help me out with their WeChat, cause it was impossible to pay with cash to begin with. Thanks folks!
And then there's, well, I don't know how they do that, but "words" composed of randomly concatenated Latin characters. Or mostly regular words garbled into a completely new term.
Have a digest:
- Share Reality
- Get You
- Don't War
- Free Pass For Member
- Turn Off The Mass
- Full Riot The Police On My Back Straight To Hell
- Best Self
- Faith New York Carry Trash Freedom People
- Stargazy – Shark Fukk – Daftpunk
- I Don't Do Spring
- You Had Meat
- France Moment
- Just To See One Eye
- Happiness Is A Warm Puppy
- More And Fashion
- Science Ficn
- Change The
- PAPSL (I left out misspelled brands, but this was just too funny, it was the Pepsi logo …)
- Nighty Night, Slow Acid, I Need A Sleep
- Matratzenland (I kid you not, I checked thrice!)
- Movement Was Happy
- Shutterstock Brooklyn New York
- Wo Cares What Fraikiesay
- Geniuso Is Never Nicht Sleep
- Who His Pen
Honorable mention goes to all the creative Supreme rip-offs: Suprome, Superme, Supremacy, Supr(:me or simply Sup
As for the band shirt count:
- Linkin Park ||||||
- Nirvana |||* (Half a point for a shirt saying "Surf Disorde, Surf Nirvana" with the band's logo in the text)
- XXXTentacion ||
- Iron Maiden |
- Kanye West |
- Metallica |
- Eminem * (Half a point for his logo in "Eminem attractive")
And lastly, the award in the category Overall Best Shirt in the Whole Wide Country goes to this girl from Kunming:
- That mother who held her baby over the wastebin at the subwa station so it could drop its poo in there
- The kid in Xian practicing his Kung Fo routine against a tree
- The bus driver who regularily spat out his window and once stopped in the middle of some random street for a woman to come in and hand him 300 kuai only to get right out again
- The other woman who had her kid dump his diarrhea into a plastic bag in the middle of the sidewalk
- The drastically dressed punk couple, kudos!
- The crazy bass player from Colorful Bar that got out his magical soap bubble gun
- How does it felling?
- That one kid with hearing aids annoying the shit out his poor mother on the bus for over an hour
- The fidget spinner formed by three AK-47s
- The granny seeing a toddler being rolled into the breakfast area and handing it her unfinished toast she didn't want to eat anymore
- That stupid idiot sitting in front of me on the train pretending not to understand what I was saying when I asked him to turn his fucking volume down only to turn on some cheap ass trance shit even louder and then suddenly turning it off completely after his girlfriend calmly uttered two syllables
- The relaxed cab driver sporting those insanely slick flowery pants – haven't figured out where to get those :|
- That boy pissing into the gutter right on the sidewalk
- The doggo that niftly marked a whole pole by jumping all the way around it whilst taking his leak
- That dude farting in the elevator
- The professor from Yale being a total douchebag prick at the counter of the History Museum
- Anonymous who spat on the floor of the elevator D:
- Those two times some dudes were casually talking to someone on their phone whilst squatting over a public toilet
And some random Chinese habits I recognized:
- They're obsessed with the close-door button on the elevator – which is actually hooked up
- They spit, albeit noobishly and annoyingly loud
- There doesnt seem to be a concept of how headphones work, people just keep talking to you as if you weren't wearing them and no one ever uses some but turns on videos or whatever on his phone on full volume literally everywhere
- People talk in a freakishly loud voice
- They still use ringtones here and of course those are maximum loud as well
- Folks love puffing cigs, like puffing as in not really smoking
- Plastic wrappings on everything
- Every place can conveniently be turned into a wastebin straight away
- Retail workers storm you as soon as you enter the store, couldn't convince them even once to just let me have a look around by myself
Sadly didn't get around to have me some of the famous hot pot when I was in Sichuan, so I hit the first one I saw on my first evening in Xian. And made a total fool of myself %) All the ones I saw before had you stick your items on some spikes and put them into the boiling oil, pull em out some time later and enjoy them. This was different in that you just loosely threw our stuff in (I ordered lotus root, tofu, yams, mushroom, potato – and beef which they forgot) and fish it out with your chopsticks. Didn't have any problems whatsoever handling the sticks until this meal and haven't had any since, but all the shit I had was cut thin and flat and very much impossible to get out the pot again. Even more so when it was super oily. So after watching me struggle the helpful waiter gave me lots of advice and instructions – fruitless – and in the end really showed the patience to stand by my side and get all the stuff out for me. One by one. I did manage the shrooms by myself, though. And then he even declined a tip …
After the spoiled hot pot experience it was still raining heavily on my first day in Xian, but I didn't want to go to bed, yet so I stopped by in a neat whisky bar. Got myself a double on the rock when one of the guys working there struck a conversation with me. He goes by the name Fox, really nice dude. Told me he worked at a hostel for quite a while and was super suprised when I told him where I was from. "None of the Germans I've met were smiling!" (= After some chatting he asked me if I've been out to see the Mid-Autumn Festival (The one I've heard about earlier) and told me that it's been going on the night before. People take into the streets and dance with large dragon figures and all that good stuff, aah man, I missed it! But also there's the tradition of buying these moon cakes for your family and close friends and eat them together to wish each other luck and such. I've seen a lot of ads of those on the subway, didn't give it any further thought, of course. So he went to the back and brought out a box of these! :D
The cakes are very heavy so it stuffs you up real fast. They're filled with some fruity substance, and they actually taste very good!
These were great, just picked one of the dumpling images from the menu and scored a very good filling. If I had to guess it was small bricks of tofu, minced meat, spinache, onions and chives amongst others. If the waiters are afraid the sauce is too hot for you, because you only dip it in halfway, they often get you another one: 100% garlic – just as good!
This was some weird wrap-thingy with chicken and a witless salad filling topped with regular ketchup. 0/10 would buy again.
Got this bread-like waffle with chives and stuff from the same guy, was way better.
This was a bigger serving than it seems and really delicious. Stirred egg, cold tomatoes and green stuff and super broad noodles. Check out that tiny-ass gone-in-two-gulps plastic cup they gave me for the beer ;D
This was kinda interesting, the left bowl was filled with cold seedlings and morchella, the right one had dry, fried noodles with bacon as crispy as egg shell. Was good, though.
Love me some peanuts in about everything.
I present y'all: My new favourite ice cream! I braced myself for a big disappointment after picking this by the picture on the box, but I couldn't've been more happy to be in the wrong.
What you see here is just the tip of the iceberg. Inside the crispy strawberry-sprinkled white-chocolate coating the inner workings start off with some semi-frozen Nimm2-like substance, later followed by a second stage of coating – chocolate with crunchy crisps – that surround a core of strawberry ice cream.
I often find myself getting carried away thinking of ways I could get a container of this through the customs at Hamburg port and up the Elbe.
Peanuts, hot kung pao, celery, endless stream of white tea, nuff said.
Can't even remember what's in this, but I do remember being fully satisfied and stuffed to the brim after indulging in it.
The hotel in Kunming didn't serve breakfast so I had to go out and see what's on the morning menu in the streets for the first time. Got this and it was really okay, some meaty filling in a yeast-or-whatever dumpling.
Weird image cause it looks kinda flat, but this actually had a huge heap of rice underneath. The joint I got this in was in Xian and you could hear someone singin in a Turkic language in the backroom. Made perfect sense with this dish, the combination and spices weren't like all the other food I had here, almost very familiar.
Spicy, good and topped off with Snow Beer. The looks you get when you decline a cup …
This was everything all at once. Dragon fruit, mango, several types of melon, lychee, three kinds of syrup on top and I don't know what else. But that wasn't even it. The bowl was first filled with crushed ice so you start out with a fruit salad that slowly turns into a slushy and becomes water-ice in the end. Quite fancy and refreshing.
And I suppose the two spoons were meant as a good intended hint :0
Mmmh, nothing to write home about. Other than people here don't seem to order drinks with their food and Fanta isn't Fanta at all.
Umm, well. It poured outside and my shoes were already dripping so I took my chance with the restaurant at the hotel. They actually had an app on a tablet with images to pick from and while I was waiting for my choice to arrive I noticed there was a wedding party going on in the other room. They had to escort a girl out who couldn't even stand up straight no more and several times men and adolescents roamed the area while chanting and navigating their path around the columns, that was actually fun to witness.
My dish then looked nothing like I remembered the picture. The rice had the firmness of old pudding and was speckled with parts of fried sausage. Tasted like an insult. "Ate" a quarter and left my money on the table.
The other night I ordered a basic rice and greenery dish when another guy sat behind me and we got into a conversation via his WeChat voice-to-text app. He then ordered this good stuff – with too spoons so I could also have some bites of the taste! Next day I went to the kitchen and showed them this image to get that same thing myself :D Thanks buddy!
You already know, it's good, hot, spicy noodles, peanuts, some other stuff and a nice broth to sip on on the side.
Fuck yeah, a potato thing! Didn't even need to think once before I headed over to the stand to grab one of these once I saw 'em.
Ooooh how wicked it felt when I discovered these things. And they had them right around my corner! The single very best breakfast replacement I've had over here! It was kinda like a bread-roll relative soaked in egg, sprinkled with cives.
Not too sure what kind of dough the lady fried there, but she assured me it's very good. Alright then :D It was filled with spinach and green stuff and it actually was good, apart from the heavy oil taste.
Last and least. I think I found that fucking jelly whale-barf shit I had back in Chengdu. So glad I got that experience over with.
Still a nice and prominent building, though.
So I asked him for other beautiful spots in the area and he recommended Xiyue Temple. It was the largest temple area I've been to so far and there were only about six other people visiting. So I made the best of it and enjoyed the intriguing surroundings. On my way back to the train station the sun came out a bit and it got breeding hot in an instant. Phew, that got me a small impression of what it must've been like in Xian last week when they had clear skies all day.
The coffee was surprisingly alright and incidently a real Americano. Sadly I then found out that the shop I was looking for had closed down for good. Darn, again :O
Took a nappy nap, lo and behold: the rain had diminshed to a managable drizzle. So I went right out once again. Finally I got to really check out the city. Xian's center is a 4 by 3 or something km rectangle enclosed by a big ass chity wall. It's over 600 years old and the best preserved in all of China. If it had been dry I'd opted for a bike trip right on the wall, maybe I can squeeze that into one of the remaining days. Inside the walls there's an unnumerable amount of narrow alleyways waiting to be explored and get lost in. It feels way more intimate than the other cities I've been to so far. Everything is a store and since I've only got one train ride ahead of me I'm more than ready to bust out my last kuai and have the vendors grind down their teeth when hearing/reading my offers. At some point the rain completely stopped and that's when the day really began to take a turn for the better.
Shortly after a dream within a dream came true for me. I was just strolling about carelessly, taking some snaps when suddenly my whole body hair got teased by that old familiar sound I've already heard twice on this journey so far. It went like this:"Ping" – "Pong" – "Ping" – "Pong".
First time was when I witnessed two grannys playing in a Chengdu monastery, getting more exercise from picking up the ball than actually hitting it. Second time in the wetlands park south of Guiyang – two teenage boys who could've beaten the old ladies on a good day.
This time was different, though, the enormous frequency of the sound already gave it away. When I came past the corner I saw two senior men engaged in a fierce duel. Holy crap, they were fast! Intrigued by their playing style I planned on watching a bit, hoping to gain some insight as to what school it might've originated from and maybe find out about their secret techniques. Before I could even complete that thought one of them smiled and waved at me inviting me over. "Haa? Ja, ja ja, bin sofort dabei!". I just can't tell how excited I was, the masters really offered to teach me about their ways!! :O
So Master Badger Hermit handed me his Dragon Taming Racket to play with – outstandingly balanced, layered unusually thick, exellent grip – and I was to compete against Master Heron Hermit. After his first couple of serves I thought this was going to get very embarassing for I still am but an aspiring adept and overshot my returns by a great deal. But be that as it may, as the last remaining disciple of the School of the Raging Boar I had to stand my ground and strive with as much honor and skill as I possibly could. It took me awhile to get the hang of how the coated metal table and the racket worked together. Mind you, this was no amateur city park equipment, that stuff caused more friction than the American import tariffs and it was simply amazing how much curvature you could apply to the Snake Egg's path. A real joy! I got the knack of it and finally got to unleash my infamous Feinting Phantom Backspin. Everyone falls for that, as did my opponent. Master Heron Hermit snickered. Meanwhile the Young Master Hare Hermit appeared and went on to spar with Master Badger Hermit on the table next to us. What a turmoil, they seemed equally skilled and I swear I could sense the Nen-flares lashing out even over to our side! No one I've ever played against ever could seriously take on any of these three, straight up and down!
We continued to exchange some good shots for a good fifteen-twenty minutes and I was honestly quite satisfied that I landed some good hits even if I was clearly outmatched. All of us had real good fun there, I proceded to thank everyone at the tables for the great time and continued on my way.
This humbling sparring session alone just so much more than made up for all that stupid rain. I'll always remember this valuable lesson and hope that one day I've honed my skills enough to return and lose against one of the Masters in a real match.
That was an extraordinary trip, people were already packt like sardines as I had to stand next to the driver when even more folks and a woman with a large basket full of peppers cramped in, because why not? It took some 90 minutes, mostly because we drove along a neverending construction site of a highway, which in harsh reality meant that we were trucking over impromptu, makeshift lanes sometimes climbing the sidewalks and whatever most-horizontal planes. I can't image forgetting about that when I get the urge to complain about road conditions anywhere.
The river and lakes of the park were such a welcome relief, also because the weather was incredibly good. No stairs to climb meant I had a full afternoon just strolling from islet to islet, taking in the sweet sunhine, enjoying the flora and my rockstardom. Well, that's really how it kinda feels like being asked for fotographs every now and then anyways (8 Especially when I let my hair down people just can't help but have their attention diverted. No 15 minutes go by without someone going:"Harro!" and they flip just when I respond and wave:"Hallo!" :D And today it's even been people of all ages and even from passing motorcycles or the other side of the street.
Enough allures, the area was amazing and astonishingly featured spots where one could sit in near silence and just relax and that's the very first time I experienced that over here.