Friday, January 16, 2009
Nanning gone awfully wrong
It's the 16th of Jan, but this story really starts at about 6PM on the 15th. After about 4 weeks of moaning and groaning for a decent curry we finnaly get into a local shop that serves the stuff. That's not really interesting, but if you've been hanging out for the stuff for that long it is. Lets get a few things clear before we go any further. We all have 2 days to go before departing Nanning, Jordan had a great time with a "lady of the night' and now just after dinner we wonder down the road for a little walk and who do we run into? His little friend from a few nights ago...slowly a plan hatches between the 4 of us to get a little public humiliation going. Karaoke is planned for the night and we've decided (after much deliberation) to walk him past the special little shopfront, parading him out like a twisted show pony in front of the whole unassuming group, and then SNAP! out come the cameras, to encampsulate the embarrassment. Unfortunately the plan falied when Jordan never showed up, however, the show must go on...our karaoke booth was probably the talk of the town, if the town had acutally bothered to show up. The five of us rocked it - Heather, Joel, Karina, Stu and Stoner (our chinese friend). It was a really sweet booth but unforutnately, after two hours our time had come to an end. The show was not ready to give up, so just outside the gates to our compound, we found a little shop front with small tables and cheap beer to continue the bullshit spewing from our inebriated mouths(I'm drunk, the awesome chick is typing! also drunk!) Hezwa! After at least half a night, we managed to collect ourselves, make our way into the compound only to escape over the fence again. So this is where our story picks up; hezwa (a.k.a. heather) and i are now in a chinese gaming room with a tallie each having purposely lost joel and plan K at 5am and ol'mate next to us ("wang") has fallen asleep. ma? This now is beginning to make no sense, the gates to bedtime will open soon, and thus we leave you until next time. Yours faithfully, stu and hezwa. hahhhahahahaha wwwwwwwwwwhhhhhhhhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeee yyyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwww
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Christmas-a-skewer
It's been a while since the last post and a lot has been happening since then. I've been caught up in Nanning having way too much fun to really take off and get out into a lot of the country in Southern China. We've been having great mini adventures almost every day especially around dinner time and some of the resulting meals have been horrid, some fantastic.
Christmas Day was a big BBQ we had planned, to mix both local custom and some of our home-grown traditions. The plan was to have a BBQ over an open flame in a massive wok set on a few bricks up on the roof of the complex with wood collected from the surrounding parks, meat from the local open air markets and of course a few beers for good measure to see the afternoon out. Well sneaking a wok and a few bricks up to the roof past the front reception desk is easy, but wood for the fire is a bit harder. In the cover of dusk on Christmas Eve we managed to get some bags big enough to stash the broken bits of trees up the stairs like some poor peasant Santa Clause getting ready for the big day. Wood and wok ready, we leave it for the next day to get to the market for the BBQ lunch.
BANG!!! "Merry Christmas!!!" fireworks thrown under the door at 6AM and now the room smells like caudite. Merry Christmas China. We're off to a good start I see.
Breakfast is a bit of home comfort - coffee, bacon avo and eggs on toast, then Dave's family tradition of beer in the hand by 9AM, so down it goes, and about 2 tall boys later were all in the spirit of it, Santa hats and all, peddaling down the road to the markets. Imagine being a local Chinese on your way to work at the old tea shop on a usual Thursday morning and you see 7 giggling westerners in silly red hats cycling down the road yelling out Merrry Christmas to everyone. A little strange to say the least.
Group consensus on the menu was to be a little off centre today. No sausages, no steaks, no lamb, no prawns, nothing really that we usually have at home. I think it looked a little like this:
Oh and how tasty it turned out to be. Once I got past the idea of it, the dog meat was pretty good and everyone tucked in till there was nothing left. Don't judge me till you've tried it!!! We started off the cooking at about 1PM and it was all going well till about 4PM when the reception decided it was too unsafe and we were forced to disband. Flames were smothered, everything packed up and the party carried on in our room until about 10PM I think. It turned into a mess with spilled beer, broken crockery and general mayhem caused by 10 people in a small double room. After most people had gone off to bed, Joel, Karina (not my sister), Jordan and myself decided that we needed tap beer and undertook a mission to the restaurant down the road that serves it. Bicycle being the easiest way to get there was probably not the safest as we had to double on one (Karina was in no state to ride on her own so she was passenger) and on the way back for reasons known only to her she jumped off the back of a mving one. The fall was seriously like a sack of drunken potatoes going down and the ensuing laughter caused everone to double over in stitches. Joel was sick from laughing...the stupidity of it all. The perfect end to Christmas.
Christmas Day was a big BBQ we had planned, to mix both local custom and some of our home-grown traditions. The plan was to have a BBQ over an open flame in a massive wok set on a few bricks up on the roof of the complex with wood collected from the surrounding parks, meat from the local open air markets and of course a few beers for good measure to see the afternoon out. Well sneaking a wok and a few bricks up to the roof past the front reception desk is easy, but wood for the fire is a bit harder. In the cover of dusk on Christmas Eve we managed to get some bags big enough to stash the broken bits of trees up the stairs like some poor peasant Santa Clause getting ready for the big day. Wood and wok ready, we leave it for the next day to get to the market for the BBQ lunch.
BANG!!! "Merry Christmas!!!" fireworks thrown under the door at 6AM and now the room smells like caudite. Merry Christmas China. We're off to a good start I see.
Breakfast is a bit of home comfort - coffee, bacon avo and eggs on toast, then Dave's family tradition of beer in the hand by 9AM, so down it goes, and about 2 tall boys later were all in the spirit of it, Santa hats and all, peddaling down the road to the markets. Imagine being a local Chinese on your way to work at the old tea shop on a usual Thursday morning and you see 7 giggling westerners in silly red hats cycling down the road yelling out Merrry Christmas to everyone. A little strange to say the least.
Group consensus on the menu was to be a little off centre today. No sausages, no steaks, no lamb, no prawns, nothing really that we usually have at home. I think it looked a little like this:
- Beef (no idea what cut or if it really is beef actually)
- Roast pork - to be skewered and re-heated over open flame
- Roast duck again re-skewered and cooked
- dog meat - thats right we had dog meat on Christmas Day
- and some veggies, but i can't remember what they were..I'm still thinking about the dog.
Oh and how tasty it turned out to be. Once I got past the idea of it, the dog meat was pretty good and everyone tucked in till there was nothing left. Don't judge me till you've tried it!!! We started off the cooking at about 1PM and it was all going well till about 4PM when the reception decided it was too unsafe and we were forced to disband. Flames were smothered, everything packed up and the party carried on in our room until about 10PM I think. It turned into a mess with spilled beer, broken crockery and general mayhem caused by 10 people in a small double room. After most people had gone off to bed, Joel, Karina (not my sister), Jordan and myself decided that we needed tap beer and undertook a mission to the restaurant down the road that serves it. Bicycle being the easiest way to get there was probably not the safest as we had to double on one (Karina was in no state to ride on her own so she was passenger) and on the way back for reasons known only to her she jumped off the back of a mving one. The fall was seriously like a sack of drunken potatoes going down and the ensuing laughter caused everone to double over in stitches. Joel was sick from laughing...the stupidity of it all. The perfect end to Christmas.
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