Thanksgiving Beijing style

there are occasionaly pan handlers on the trains in Beijing. this guy wasn't bad, was sweating so bad too, and was really singing passionately, i feel so bad that he was doing it all for 1 rmb notes (14 cents)

they say that thanksgiving hasn't caught on in Beijing because no one has ovens. which is true, no one has ovens, that means no one can cook turkeys. that means you are stuck with the various expat restaurants about town, either ordering a package to eat at home or eating t-day dinner at a restaurant.

it's sad. thanksgiving dinner should'nt be eaten at a fancy restaurant. it should be at home, and messy, and gluttonous, gravvvvvy. this portion was so small i had to order a sandwich afterwards to even put a dent in my stomach. the food was ok but a far cry from a home cooked dinner which i later cried myself to sleep thinking about as my chicken pita sandwich digested in my stomach.

this is the smallest piece of pumpkin pie i've ever had. even smaller than the ones where you say "i'll just take a really small piece" Overall it was not like home and I was dissapointed. did i tell you i cried myself to sleep longing for real stuffing and gravy?

one of the rare instances of vandalism in beijing. his eyes were spray painted black.

met angel at Yugong Yishan, one of the big live music venues in beijing. went just for a drink. would end up coming back that weekend for a most pleasent suprise which ill post later.


who are these guys

a sleeping beauty. i'm thinking about doing a series of illos called "sleepy beauties"