The story of my life in China is here.
Food from the International Students Cafeteria. The lower one was quite good but I finally realized that I don’t like the egg and tomato thing which seems to be some kind of Chinese national dish.
International School
My bike, attached to a tree.
Maybe Mantou, maybe not.
And it was the first time that I’ve had enough Chinese food and couldn’t have eaten more.
Why don’t I learn Lojban. Seems to be so much easier than Chinese.
More Chinese Arabic food. As hard to eat as the one before. They said it was without meat. Following the Chinese definition of vegetarian food: You don’t see the meat at first glance, you find it when you’ve eaten half the food. That was the time I stopped.
In the meantime they were doing something with a large piece of meat that was lying on top of a cardboard on the ground.
Yesterday I bought noodles at the noodle man’s. But the noodle man himself wasn’t there so another one cooked them. When I put the empty box in my trash bin it started to smell very bad. Like animal oil. It didn’t help to open the window, I had to get rid of the thing. No more noodle man for now.