Chinese bingo takes place at the bank. To enter, you go to the bank with all your official documents so you can do an international money transfer, then you fill out some papers with your account number and passport number and a few other details. You give them to an international bank teller, who stamps… Continue reading How to lose at Chinese bingo
This past week, I had so many meetings that I had to ask the schedulers to start 15 minutes later to give me time to get from one meeting to the next. (It felt pretty cool to be in high demand!) One set of meetings, however, I wisely scheduled back-to-back in the same building–one on… Continue reading Don’t take the stairs
At the end of June, Andy and I decided we were sick of Chinese food. Even though we have found a few lovely little Chinese restaurants nearby, the same old, same old was dull. We missed food from home… so we started asking ourselves where we could get some real American food—not Chinesified American food… Continue reading Independence Day in Shanghai
Do you know the Noodle Man? We do, and we love his noodles as much as we love his effort to communicate with us!
I ride the bus in China for a number of reasons: it’s safer than biking or e-biking, I already hate driving, and taxis are expensive. The bus is incredibly inexpensive. At ¥1-2 ($0.14-30) per ride, to go anywhere I want to go, it’s unbeatable value. I have experience with public transportation in my home country–I tried Pittsburgh’s… Continue reading Stories from the bus 1
The anticipation of our trip home is palpable. Right now few people are on campus and I haven’t got much to do work-wise with so many people already gone for Chinese New Year. The whole situation has me wishing we could’ve come home earlier or stayed longer. Honestly, I’ve felt homesick only in the past few days, and it’s probably because… Continue reading Anticipating home
Then I froze. I realized what was going on: he had decided to flirt with me in Chinese.