I'm back from a whirlwind trip to Hong Kong. It was my first time in HK, and after being in China for 3 months straight, I was like a country bumpkin in the big city for the first time. "Wow, look at all the people waiting for the light before crossing the street!" "Wow, look! There's no garbage on the roadside." "Wow, look! Nobody is spitting on the street!" "Wow, babies in diapers!" HK has EVERYTHING. In HK you can buy ANYTHING: things that I had resigned myself to requesting when my parents come to visit, things I had resigned myself to living without because they would be too heavy in my parents' suitcases. So, I bought refried beans in a can, muesli, dry chickpeas, oat bran, and Beth's gingersnap cookies (they have Beth's cookies, holy crap!).
On the first night, we had Mexican food and margaritas. The next night we had Indian food. The next night we had bar food, which ended up being hard cider and fried noodles for me. It was good though. I got a sandwich at City Super for the ride back. All food that we can't get in our normal environment.
-吴佩芙
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Sunday, January 6, 2008
When I was in China...
When I was in China, I used to grade at a coffee shop named Coffee Language. Our city didn't have a Starbucks, so we found a few places in the city with decent beverages, where we were willing to spend extra time, and which had acceptable bathrooms. Coffee Language had coconut scented black tea, apple scented black tea, and ginger milk tea. The ginger milk tea was a pot of hot milk tea with lots of shredded fresh spicy ginger floating in it.
They had a nice atmosphere: couches instead of booths, windows overlooking the street. They played good music, like Sinatra, Neil Sedaka, and Skeeter Davis, and, even more obscure in China, songs from the 1950's, like 'Rose, Rose, I Love You.'
I graded papers there. I read Snow Flower and the Secret Fan there, and I was always one of the few people there, sometimes the only person there. Sitting there, looking down at the street, and drinking ginger milk tea, it made me feel like a poet, and like I wasn't in China for a few hours.
-吴佩芙
They had a nice atmosphere: couches instead of booths, windows overlooking the street. They played good music, like Sinatra, Neil Sedaka, and Skeeter Davis, and, even more obscure in China, songs from the 1950's, like 'Rose, Rose, I Love You.'
I graded papers there. I read Snow Flower and the Secret Fan there, and I was always one of the few people there, sometimes the only person there. Sitting there, looking down at the street, and drinking ginger milk tea, it made me feel like a poet, and like I wasn't in China for a few hours.
-吴佩芙
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