Whatever
Yes I’m lazy, moving right along…
Yadda yadda, no post in a while. Blah Blah, shall try to keep up more. Beg beg, forgive me? Good, that’s over with. Can we please move on? My lazy tendencies are admittedly annoying but endearing I think. Oh be quiet, I’m writing ain’t I? Now see what you made me do?! I just used bad grammar. This is what you’ve lead me to. I hope you’re ashamed.
So my life has just been a bit uninteresting but it recently came to mind that I don’t actually need to write these like a journal but instead I can just pick a good topic to talk about. Genius, yes? No. Sadly, this brilliant idea arose as I was skimming though father dearest’s blog. I had completely outdone all my internet possibilities (facebook, youtube, mystery google) and had resorted to going on daddykins’ blog, typing my name in the search bar, and seeing what would come up. Half the post weren’t about me but included my name and some did not even have my name in them. At all. How strange.
Going on completely spontaneously (I never plan what I’m going to write, it just comes to me as I type) I noticed that I just mentioned mystery google in the last paragraph. For the poor souls out there who do not know what this is, I feel I should elaborate. RIGHT. Mystery google. Wow. How did I live without it.
What you do is go on to www.mysterygoogle.com. No duh, Sherlock (really wanna see the new movie by the way)! When you type something into the search bar your search leads you to what the last person on the site has searched. Confused? Hold on, hold on. Say I type in “pickles”. When I hit enter, I will not receive (to write that word I just had to do the ‘i before i except after c’ thing in my head. teehee.) search results for said “pickles”. Oh no, I can get something like “Oh my gosh, look behind you!”, I can get “your mission is to go outside and have a conversation with your mailbox. good luck”, I can even get “miley cyrus”! An example of the use of the last one is searching “devil child”.
This amusing site poses many opportunities to give people “missions”. You can tell them to do basically anything but you usually never know whether they do them or not. Unless you’re really desperate like some people and put your number up and say “call this number and sing me a broadway song”. Then you’ll know. 
What I love the most is how witty it can be. For instance if you type in “mystery yahoo” the site will (usually) reprimand you by saying “no, mystery google”. If you feel the urge to search “mystery google” it will remind you that “yes, that is the site you are on”. If you type something that makes no sense such as “fdssbgakgfadha” it’ll tell you to not write gibberish. On a whim I typed in the word “gibberish” in the search box and hit enter. Mystery google replied with “well aren’t you clever”. I was in awe.
The possibilities are endless! Do with that what you will.
OH! I remembered something funny that I believe you should listen to!
After Thanksgiving dinner at my grandparents house my family and I (well of course “and I”, I did go with them) drove to Virginia to stay at our family friend’s house. The amazing story has to do with their Wii Fit. My sister was playing a balance game called Table Tumble (?) where you stand on the board and lean back and forth, trying to get the marbles on the screen to fall into various holes. She wasn’t succeeding. My friend Nastya’s 2-year-old brother then decided to climb onto the board-type-thing. After he wiggled around for a bit I proceeded to grab his shoulders and use him as a controller/joystick for the game. With his help, I passed all 9 levels. When I had done it on my own I barely got past 4… This event was easily the best part of my Thanksgiving.
On a leaving note (oh come on, you didn’t expect me to stay forever did you?) I say that you should watch these two Christmas song videos by well-known youtuber Fred. As a side note it is amazing how famous he’s getting. He’s already been on 2 TV shows and one the vids that I’m posting below currently sails on disney channel during commercials. (Sails? I dunno why. Maybe it’s ‘cos I set my facebook language to English-Pirate). So yea, watch! For the first one, ignore the annoying first 10 seconds. It gets funny.
Toodle-pip my lovelys!
Owl City supported by Unicorn Kid
Oh deary me, I haven’t written in more than a month I believe. That’s rather careless of me! I apologise dearly to my 10 or so readers but I don’t actually have an excuse. I just simply forgot that I had a blog. Maybe it’s all the moving jitters, I dunno. But I will make an effort to stop having such large gaps from now on, I promise.
How about I make it up to you? Good? Yea, I thought so. You see, I went to a concert Thursday night and while you probably haven’t heard of the bands, it was amazing!
I was just looking up songs that I needed by Unicorn Kid (I’ll explain in a mo) and came across a link to his myspace page, so I clicked on it. Scrolling down I found out that he was having a concert in Hackensack, NJ which is actually rather near me (kinda). I was very surprised because first of all, he’s from Scotland and second of all, he doesn’t have a well-known record deal. I LOVE his music and him, personally. ANYWAYS, then came my exstatic-ness because he was in a concert supporting Owl City! Owl city just got signed this July but I’ve known them for around a year. They are just getting famous. But a concert with BOTH of them! WOW.
So I phoned the only other person I know who knows Owl City (who lives in America). And that is Danielle. She found out that the whole concert was only 12 bucks! A few phone-calls later and our parents agreed to let us go! Danielle also invited our friend Michelle who came with us to the concert.
Upon arrival at the venue (which is actually a School of Rock and lessons were going on during the show), Unicorn Kid was already playing. Sadly he only played for about 30 minutes. Afterwards he went to a table at the back to sell his T-Shirts. He was actually selling them himself! I bought one obviously. He is, by the way, the nicest guy in the world. He talked to us for a good 10 minutes and signed everything we asked. My iPod, my shirt, etc.(I know that doesn’t excactly prove he’s so nice but trust me, there’s not a sweeter guy in the world.) His trade-mark is a Lion Hat, which is also the name of one of his songs. Well, I decided to bring my panda hat along to the concert. When I told him I had it, he told me to put it on and loved it. We took a picture together roaring in our hats. He later on signed it. I’ve decided I love him.
After his part in the show Danielle, Michelle and I decided to go to the toilet. There was someone in front of us and she was in there for like 15 minutes. So we knocked on the door a few times and basicaly kicked her out. Then someone told us that she was the girl singer from Owl City. OOPS!
My panda hat got a lot of compliments. One boy was even willing to trade his hat for mine. Sadly, his was a DC baseball cap and mine was a panda hat from China. There was no trading.
A Norwegian singer called Kate Havnevik also had a bit but I didn’t really like her music. I don’t think a lot of the people at the concert were fans of that kind of music. We were all electro/indie people. But she was very nice and complimented my hat, too.
Owl City then came on and we were literally 6 feet away from them. Then venue was really small. Some kid dancing in the middle of the room pushed us even closer to the front. I got some amazing photos, I’ll put a few of them below. Sadly, my video has really bad sound quality so the vids didn’t turn out that good, except for the actually images. The lead singer, Adam Young, through some guitar picks into the audience. We didn’t catch any. When they came on for an encore for their last song, he let US (the audience) sing the last few lines of the song. I think that was cool.
Owl City didn’t come to a table to sell their T-shirts, someone else was selling them. Maybe they’re too famous to be allowed that close to people. But, hey, I got to hug Unicorn Kid so I’m fine.
While waiting outside for our ride, the drummer from Owl City came outside and we a conversation with him as well. He says ‘for sure’ a lot. Love it! His name’s Matt. He’s very hot. We told him more lights should have been put on him during the show because we were trying to take pictures of him. He said we shouldn’t have been taking pics of HIM. Ha, fat chance, he’s beautiful. He signed my hat and my camera. Then we told him that we had kicked his band member out of the toilet and he said ‘So you’re the ones who did that!’. T’was funny. Then I gave him one of my bracelets to wear. It’s pink and stretchy, I hope he keeps it on.
All in all, great night. Had soo much fun!
Me and Unicorn Kid, Me and Matt, Michelle+Danielle+Matt and Me, Danielle and Me, Michelle+Danielle and Me, Adam Young, Adam Young
So. I live in America now.
Yep. The good old US of A is the place I now inhabit with my person. And it shall be so for a while now.
I am currently living in my grandparents office and am being frequently interrupted by random family members walking in now and again. It’s quite rude, frankly. They should really be more considerate when I’m sitting oblivious to the world and not paying them the slightest bit of attention. People these days!
My parental figures have in fact found a house somewhere in this Hamburger-a-go-go Land and we’ll be moving in there at some point in the near(yet probably far) future, hopefully. It’s got a pool and all the nice junk that good houses need. Not that I’ve ever actually visited it in person. But I trust my parents in their choice (YIKES) and know the house will be just lovely…yea.
I’ve, on a spur of the moment decision, decided to write this entry in all very small paragraphs. ‘Cos it seems it’ll turn out like that anyways. Still, I wanted to comment on it so it wouldn’t be as spontaneous seeming as it actually is. Or something.
AHHHHHHHHHH! Brilliant idea alert! It’s simply fab! No really. A few days ago my good friend Tim and I wrote a play for our two younger sisters, Kimmy and Tessa. We only wrote it because they were begging annoyingly and we gave into the bribe of lemonade. We’re weak, oh well. ANYWAYS. This play is entitled Rabbits and their ancestors and is in the style of Absurdism (look it up). Before you read it, I would just like to say that my only contribution is about two or three lines. I’ll point them out to you!
Rabbits and their Ancestors
written by people
Jumpy- Kimmy
Bouncy- Tessa
Jumpy: Gee, it sure is boring around here!
Bouncy: M’boy, this peace is what all true warriors strive for!
Jumpy: I wonder what my brain is up to…
Bouncy: I want my pickle building? <— Becky’s line
Jumpy: What?
Bouncy: I WANT MY PICKLE BUILDING!!!! <— Becky’s line
Jumpy: Enough! My ship sails in the morning! I wonder what’s for dinner?
Bouncy: Enough! My ship sails in the morning! I wonder what’s for breakfast?
Jumpy: Enough! My ship sails in the morning! I wonder what’s for dinner?
Bouncy: Enough! My ship sails in the morning! I wonder what’s for breakfast?
Jumpy: Enough! My ship sails in the morning! I wonder what’s for dinner?
Bouncy: Enough! My ship sails in the morning! I wonder what’s for breakfast?
Jumpy: Enough! My ship sails in the morning! I wonder what’s for dinner?
Bouncy: Enough! My ship sails in the morning! I wonder what’s for breakfast?
Jumpy: Enough! My ship sails in the morning! I wonder what’s for dinner?
Bouncy: Enough! My ship sails in the morning! I wonder what’s for breakfast?
Jumpy: Enough! My ship sails in the morning! I wonder what’s for dinner?
Bouncy: Jumpy. Life. Get one. Now
Jumpy: This…Is…Spartaaaaaaaaa!
Bouncy: Do I really want my pickle building? <— Becky’s line
Jumpy: Enough! My ship sails in the morning! I wonder what’s for dinner?
Bouncy: Enough! My ship sails in the morning! I wonder what’s for breakfast?
Jumpy: Enough! My ship actually sails in the evening. And besides that, I’ve decided to fast.
Bouncy: Let’s all be clouds! <— Becky’s line
THE END
Amazing no? And I did have about 2 lines really ‘cos one was just repeated a bit. What you don’t know is that this is the final copy of the script. The original differed in these facts: > Jumpy would have said the ship-sail-enuf line 10 times on his own
> the line about clouds would have been taken out
So you see, my part in the writing was minimal but crucial.
Hmmm. My fingers are tired now so I shall abandon my idea of many more little paragraphs. What I wrote should hold you for another decade till next time, right?
Okay one more. You convinced me. I would just like to say that I finally finished the Twilight series. And I HATE the ending. That is all.
Pip pip. Sponges and bananas. See you soon(ish)…
Goodbye, my Britland
Good golly, it’s been a while since I graced you all with my presence! But I figured that since I am currently in an ‘Upper Class Virgin Atlantic Airport LOUNGE’, I should take advantage of the freebies including computers and internet. I’m living it large! Part of my reason for not writing has been no available computer but it’s mostly just laziness. And the sure-fire cure to my laziness? Write a poem instead of a blog! Enjoy this farewell creation that I am making up as I type…
Goodbye, my fair Britland
You’ve served me quite well
Now some years have flown by
It’s time for farewell
The transport of public-ness
Is one thing I’ll miss
The one thing New Jersey lacks in
Is this
My mates, oh my goodness,
Let’s name them in threes
Ella, Livi, and Tara
Amy, Emily, Bea.
Annah, Eliza, Connie
Saorise, Aiste, Orlafaf
That was not in an order
But it rhymed, what a laugh!
Yes, well that wasn’t perfect
But it’s you who’s to blame
It’s basically impossible
To rhyme all your names!
Anyway now, where was I?
Oh yes, listing my woes.
How I’ll no longer have winter
Without the snow.
How I’ll never be cold now,
In July, June, the lot
It’ll make me so sad
Everytime that it’s hot
How I’ll miss uniforms
And my all girls school
And those GCSE’s
Bet they would have been cool!
I guess what I’m saying
As my London life ends
Is that truly the one thing I’ll miss
Are my FRIENDS!
Love you all
xxx
Bex
Hedgehog House #9 (and 10…and 11.)
I find it quite sad that I’m only up to number *cough* 11 of my collection. I’m extremely glad to be able to pile these 3 together, though! Saves my poor fingers slaving away like children in a factory during the industrial revolution. That’s right! Not just a witty mind! I is clever, two. lol.
These 3 chaps/chapettes are from Italy and I had a great time searching them out, ’specially the glass one!
On a sadder note, there used to be 4. We have misplaced Vinny from Venice (original, no?) and are still searching with vigour for his whereabouts. The only problem is, he looks quite like one I already have. So I don’t know if that one is actually Vinny, or just a look alike. I’ll keep you posted if the detectives (just me) uncover any more about this case.
Let’s first talk about Chiaro who is situated on the right-hand side of the photo. He was obtained in a little shop on the Realto Bridge (actually it was fairlty large-some) in Venice that sold only things made of wood. I believe it started with Pinocchios (as in plural) if the video in the Rome version of the shop was anything to go by. My only disappointment was that although there were hedgehog keychains and pencil holders, there were no clocks or coat hangers. These came in a variety of other species such as cat, cat, elephant hanging of a boat, cow, etc. Kimmy, my little sister, got a cat clock which I despised for some reason. I dunno, maybe the tail moving but the eyes not kinda freaked me out. I myself got a coat hanger with two ADORABLE kitties, fighting over a fish, on it. And of course Chiaro. His name comes from a book I read called Falconer’s Knot whcih is based in Italy.(I don’t recommend it but the author, Mary Hoffman, has other books which are great. They are called the Stravanganza series and the first one is called City of masks.) The heroine is called Chiara, therefore I made the name masculine. Why? ‘Cos I liked it. I also named a cat that I saw the exact same thing.
Next comes Giorgio Murano (on the left) from, you guessed it, the island Murano. It’s situated very close to Venice and is tranquil, if a tad dull. The island is most famous for its glass-blowing masterpieces. We even sat in a on a glass blowing master called Giorgio, hence the first part of the hedgy’s name. I’d been looking in many many shops for a glass-blown hedgehog and found one in this master’s big shoppy-thing! I was VERY happy, you can ask Kimmy. ‘Twas a choice between yellow and green and I picked magenta obviously, as can be seen by the photo. I think Giorgio is my most satisfying find so far ‘cos it took so long.
Finally, meet Rommy from Rome. Hey, we’ve already discussed my amazing originality with names but there’s actually a story behind this one. At first I was gonna name her Romy, as in ‘Romy and Michelle’s High School Reunion’. Then, upon arrival back to england I read a book that had a character in it named Romilly, or Rommy for short. I just fell in love with the name and believe the nickname suits the location of Rommy’s kid-napping, er, I mean purchase, perfectly.
So yea. Here they are. Two short guys and one tall girl. Isn’t that always the case?
Hedgehog House #8
Have you ever had a random gift given to you? And you felt so loved and thought the gift giver the lovliest person ever? You haven’t? Well that’s a shame but at least I HAVE! My lovely friend Connie, who is the only person who really understands my obsession with hedgehogs as she collects ducks, gave me such a prezzie on Tuesday this week.
I was actually expecting something really useless when she showed me the bag because for Christmas Connie got me peanuts. I think she’d forgotten to get me something so settled for those nuts of pea. She’d wrapped them up very nicely and had strictly told me not to open them until X-mas because they were so special. Naturally, I opened them within the next 3 seconds. Anyway, the point of this anecdote is a small apology to Connie. I underestimated your sense of good gifts and I’m sorry.
SO. I opened the bag and found a really smooshable little hoggy inside, with a blue ribbon wrapped around him. I was touched that Connie had seen him, thought of me, and bought him. She told me he was called Prickles which I thought very original until I found the name on his tag but oh well! It’s the thought that counts and I really love widdle Prickles!
That same day we had Maths which was spent by me working and Constance drawing on my hand. And what beautiful drawings they were! I took the liberty of photographing the thing that has fingers at the end of it and post it with this bloggy. Enjoy this, soon to be world known, piece of art.
Special items to notice on my hand:
>Upside down hedgehog
>American flag
>Watch replica
>Attempted mighty boosh logo in blue
Tastified!
Right. You know my last post? Well, this one is about the same thing! I didn’t mean it to be to but I saw this advert (whilst sitting on the big couch and reading, therefore annoying father dearest as he was trying to watch football) and HAD to put it on. I dislike doing two posts of similar type but I’ll make this one an exception. Sadly, these ads only show in the good old UK so tough nubs for other-country-living-type-people.
Now what cheesy, all-American, successful Disney film does this remind you of? Whoever guesses will get a personal witty comment from me on my next post. You are all honoured with my offer of using my writing prowess for someone other than me. xD
Kebab. Flavoured. Pot Noo-oodles!
My after school snack has been the amazing ‘Pot Noodle’ many a times. They are easy and quick to make and frankly, they are yummy (to use a grown-upyy word). Just add boiling water than kah-pow! You have noodle soup of the oriental/asian variety. On the only channel I watch that isn’t for 8-year olds (like Disney and Nickelodeon) I saw this amazing advert for the new Pot Noodles. That’s right. I was on E4, watching either F.R.I.E.N.D.S or 90210 (the new one) and I came across this singy-songy commercial that at some point reminds me of the video for Beyoncé’s ‘Single Ladies’. ANYWAYS! Hope you like it and I’m off to try and find some songs from Phineas and Ferb…
D of E(vil)
So the Duke of Edinburgh Awards Scheme. It’s basically something the English government made up to make us stop whining about how heavy our school bags are. The cover up of this invention is that the award looks “good” on “CV’s” and “stuff”. Pft. NOT WORTH IT.
As you can probably tell, I went ahead and decided to do D of E (clever person that I am and all). Before I tell you about my, oh so, fun adventure, allow me to explain in further detailed detail what it is.
It’s a hiking trip with VERY heavy packs and lots of hills.
THERE! Now you know.
I slept over my mate Annah’s house the day before the expedition to save my lovely parents the hassle of driving me to school at 7am on Friday. See how nice I am? My good friend Ella also joined in this party of slumber. We actually went to bed ay 12.30 which isn’t that bad for us. Of course, before this, we went outside and discovered a HAMMOCK. We lay in it for about 40 mins and when people walked by decided to BE the hammock. (For your information, hammocks talk in in deep fast voices and repeat things many times.) We also arranged the potted trees in a hallway to stand in the middle of it and played frisbee (we are quite bad at this particular game). The frisbee then had to be returned to the hammock (where we had found it). Twas a fun night.
The next day at school the bus came (40 minutes late) and took us to somewhere in Kent. There we started our trek.
Here’s a sum up of the first day:
My group was Annah, Me, Emily, Bea, An-ma (Anne-Marie) were doing well at first but at some point went south for 2km when we were meant to be going north. (The first half, we walked with a teacher who I blame for our lostness).We were second to last to arrive at lunch. I was carrying two halves of a tent during the first half of the walk which caused me to cry many times. At lunch, we gave Annah one of the tent halves which helped loads. We met up with a group about an hour in being led by our resident Scottish teacher, Ms McNabbers (this is not the actual spelling of her name but I worry about teachers googling themselves because yes, they are that sad)! She gave us a right laugh! The other group wad hopelessly lost so Ms said ‘Let’s go that way!’ Her group asked why and she replied with ‘Well the other way leads to Scotland.” You had to be there. It was hilarious!
We actually got to camp second at around 6pm which was our goal in the first place. We cooked pasta and put up our tents and then went beddy-bye. Sleeping in tents is cold and my tent-mate, Bea, rolled onto my side very often.
Day numero two:
We were in much better spirits on Saturday and were first to leave camp in the morning. Over the hike, various groups caught up to us but quickly fell behind. We were told to leave a card at a farm to show we’d got that far before going ahead. Ours said ‘We got here first! Na Nicky Na Na! (We probably won’t get home first).’ Well…WE DID. We arrived at our pick up point before our TEACHERS let alone everyone else! We were well proud. Sadly, me and Annah got picked up last ‘cos our ride was Ella’s mum. Not only did her group get back almost last, but Ella also forgot to call her mum and tell her to pick us up. Ah well, I learned a few card tricks and horrified all the teachers with my music.
And this was only the practice expedition! I have the real thing in two weeks. My shoulders and legs still kill so much but I’ll survive (barely).
Here’s a pic of our arrival at the pick-up point! From left to right:
Annah, Bea, Emily, An-ma, Me
(the sign say ‘We got here first!’ btw)
I’m Baaaa-aaaack! Did’ya miss me?
So China. It’s big. It’s Chinese. It is now crossed off the list of places I haven’t been to. That’s right. CHINA.
So I went on my school trip to China. ‘Please tell us all about it’, I hear you cry. Well alright, since you insist, I shall indulge you.
I get really annoyed on big trips because there is so much to tell and my fingers and brain get bored of typing it all out. I’ll try my best to tell it all but I have a proposition. If I get lazy today with my tales, I promise to continue them on another post another time. Deal? Good. I knew you’d see it my way.
First I’ll chat about the food. It was okay but the wrong kind. Half-way through the trip I noticed that it said it was Sichuan. Then I remembered going to a restaurant of that persuasion a few years back and being told it was from a different region then I was used to. Well, that was my explanation. All the take-out I get is not Sichuan, it’s Cantonese. The food was still edible, but not amazing. Though we did have a hotpot on the last day and got to cook our own junk in a (can you believe it?) hot pot.
One good thing that came from it all was that I am now the master of chopsticks. They are fairly easy to use once you know how, actually. It’s like being thrown into a country of a language that you don’t speak. Pretty soon, you have no choice but to pick it up. So I picked up the chopsticks so as not to starve.
Second. I am famous in China, as are all my friends. We got our pictures taken, had to pose for them with families AND had them taken and sold to other people. I liked being a celebrity, twas very fun. Believe me, it’s cool to have people notice you just because you look a little bit different. Especially if they are Chinese boys. They are just beautiful! You cannot actually describe them as handsome or good-looking, they are just gorgeous and have really pretty faces (in a good way). Either that, or they’re very ugly. There is no in-between. English boys all look dull to me now.
Toilets=hole in the ground framed by the stuff normal toilets are made of. No toilet paper. Enough said.
We visited two schools and they were really nice to us but much bigger. Our school has 300 pupils altogether. They have 3000. It’s rather similar to our own school, though. We learned some Tai-chi at the first one. The second place, we only did a musical exchange but I didn’t mind. It seems that all good-looking boys from the first school (there were none) were transferred here so I was relatively happy. The students were wearing their own clothes but I think that’s just because we were there. But those I saw wearing uniforms had nice ones. The first school had sweatsuits instead. Ew.
Overnight trains are officially mega cool. We rode one to Xian and back and they are awesome-ful. Really comfortable and cozy. There’s not much more to say about them but I liked the trips.
In Xian, we visited a Chinese community and I was loved by all the little children. They called me Pandaperson. This was due to my amazing panda hat but still, they were so sweet and wouldn’t leave me. They even gave me gifts and a lollipop. I seriously loved those kids so much! The community was putting on a little show for us of Tai-chi and dancing and this was very sweet. The place reminded me kinda of Rostov in that everybody knew everyone else and the atmosphere was the same. If I wanted to learn the language, I’d stay there probably.
The Great Wall. Hmmm. Yea, it’s great all right. But I though there was something on top. Turns out, the whole point is just the climb. Very good exercise but here is a point of warning. We were told to dress warmly ‘cos it would be ‘very cold’. HA. I ended up with my jeans rolled up to who knows where and only a T-shirt. I started out with a jacket and jumper and tights. The tights sadly could not be taken off so my feet got heat stroke in my opinion. Bring a light jacket and lots of water because it is NOT nice having to lug it all up, trust me. Anyways, with about 100 steps to go our teacher informed us ‘Right girls, we are running late so you can get to the top but we’re coming right down.’ Needless to say, I was distraught by this piece of news. All that climb and then pft. Well I reached the top, with my climbing buddy Alice, and we agreed on a conclusion for the climbing experience. We made it, but it came with a price. Our sanity. Yea, we lost it somewhere along the line. It didn’t start coming back until a few days after and I’m still not sure it’s all back. Hehe. I bought my panda hat at the store at the bottom of the wall when we came down.
Last thing I’ll ramble on about is bargaining. Oh my god, you can do this anywhere! In museum shops, in food stores, ANYWHERE! The last day was devoted to only shopping so we went to a pair of huge indoor markets. 6 floors each. Fun times, fun times. I love bargaining and it’s really easy as well. (Quick math lesson. 10 yuan equals 1 pound, okay?) I got a pair of shoes from 380 yuan down to 100. I didn’t buy them anyways ‘cos a) I needed prezzies for family and b) I only had 75, but still! That’s quite good in my opinion. Plus, as we’re students, they gave us even more off!
Quick funny tale about bargaining:
At the terra-cotta warriors museum, tons of guys were selling boxes of replicas and these went down A LOT in price as the day went on. So soon my mates were buying whole boxes of them with clever schemes in mind. When the next man offered to sell them a box for 20 yuan, they opened their own and said I’ll sell you my box for 50. We confused many Chinese salesmen that day…
Yea. Those were the most interesting parts of me trip and there shall be photos on my Dad’s site quite soon. I just wanna put up three on my own first. ENJOY! Or else the Chinese boys will come and get you. Not that I’d mind that actually…
