Day 139: Taxis are great
Monday, September 1st, 2008Last Friday, went to Blue Frog on Tongren Lu with some people. Ten chicken wings was something like 30 RMB. Reasonable. But a Corona was 40 RMB! Sheesh. All the servers spoke good English. Then went to C’s Pub again. Drank too much. Mother says don’t eat those yángròuchuàn (barbecued lamb on a stick) that people serve on the sidewalks but they’re so good! Some homo pics from C’s:
Hungover all day Saturday. Went to a party at Khalid’s house a few hours late. Ate some great homemade food. Watched Indian music videos. Witnessed a ridiculously huge bottle of Johnny Walker. Didn’t drink any but took a pic with it. [Note to self: Get pics from Khalid!] Stopped by C’s again on the way home but didn’t drink. Had yangrouchuan again. Yum.
Went to Disc Kart on Sunday with Jenn and Khalid. Jenn broke 40 seconds (39.something) and placed first. Khalid and I kept passing each other but Jenn was nowhere to be seen. My left shoulder was dead after two sessions. Ate hotpot with them at Dolar Shop. Talked about expat salary vs local salary. Depressing discussion for me.
Lately I’ve been taking taxis a lot. It’s eating up my savings but I don’t care because it’s saving my sanity. I can’t stand taking the bus and metro all the time from Qibao to downtown anymore.
Imagine spending 90 minutes right after work to go have a late dinner with someone, and then having to go home immediately because the journey back is another 90 minutes, not counting the time it takes to walk to the bus stop and wait for the right bus.
Not doing that anymore. Just thinking about it pisses me off. If the journey would take more than 30 minutes by bus or metro, I’m calling a cab. Besides, some taxi drivers are really funny, even though I never totally understand what they’re saying.
One driver kept bitching about how stupid that “Beijing Welcomes You” song is, saying it’s like a monk chanting because the tune keeps repeating nonstop for seven minutes. He even mimicked a monk to prove his point. (Being a taxi driver he must have heard it a million times on the radio.)
I asked him why it’s still being played when the Olympics is over, and he said because some people like it. He asked me if I like it. I don’t care but I said no just to agree. Then he slapped my leg and continued saying how awful that song is.



































































