tsingtao for mid-autumn

06:30. alarm goes off, press snooze
06:45. alarm goes off, press snooze
07:00. alarm goes off, press snooze
07:15. alarm goes off, press snooze
07:30. alarm goes off, press snooze
07:45. alarm goes off, press snooze
08:00. fuck!

"hey dakota, alarm didn't go off, running late - be there in five !"

mid-autumn festival in china is chaos. swarms of smellysweatysmiley folks clambering to get on the train to the heart of gaungzhou. cameras everywhere. envy envy envy. thought about mugging someone and claiming "proudly south african", but this is besides the point.

walked around aimlessly for a bit, dipping and diving through the calamity. got hungry. where should we eat? macky-dees. and lo and behold ! still just as crappy in china. gimme some noodles man.
hopped on to another bus to shamian island, now this was a treat. the little europe of china. old buildings, ancient trees, selfies being taken left right and center.
saw so much, too much.
saw a kitty, called the kitty, kitty ignored.
saw sculptures depicting things i couldn't describe, even in writing.
saw the worst squatty-potty i've ever seen. used the worsed squatty potty i've ever seen. the good times keep on rolling.

hopped on another bus to a garden. like kirstenbosch on crack. followed the path for millions of meanders, sat on some grass, sang some songs, smoked a smoke and got famous for having blue eyes. they'll take a photo of anything or anyone here.

one by one we scattered, off to family or homestead. in my case, back to my flat for two cans of tsingtao and the most amazing ice cream i've ever tasted. it's like a layer-sensation. what is this even? biscuit? oreo? i don't know but i will eat it.

i'm really tired. it's been a good day. happy mid-autumn festival everyone.