worker bees and questionable cheese

finally !
some rain. not the measly five minute drizzle that has been letting loose every now and then, either. this is rain, how it should be.
so here i sit, inspired by my shabby balcony with the view of more shabby balconies. it all looks quite regal in the rain.
masses of freshly washed laundry hanging from windows, railing and long hollowed out pieces of bamboo. a few socks, some shirts, is that a pair of calvin klein briefs i see? you go, guy.
just hung my whites up. stupid ink stain, be gone with you.
did i mention that nothing beats the sound of rain on a tin roof?

moving swiftly along - after three days of no work, no play, some cleaning, eating and mostly sleeping, i'm finally awake. stopped off at a bakery on my way to the office and wandered around, looking for something to ease my "western cravings". stumbled upon a large, triangular-type eat called "cheesy bread". sounds legit? you'd think. due to a staggering lack of refrigeration in china - dairy products are not ideally what you'd find in every store. yet there i was, looking into the face of what appeared to me as god, sent to subdue my hankering for some homemade mac and cheese. in reality, of course, it was literally just - cheesy bread. no bother - i like to keep it simple. devoured the entire thing in a minute flat and found myself thinking only one thing - how is cheese in china so sweet? what do they do to it? and surely cheese is not usually that colour or texture? what's up with the fridges in this place, too? tiny and barely a chill. these are questions that i am determined to find answers for.

when i got to the office i found myself mentally repeating the same thing i had been thinking since i first arrived - i'm an office worker. i sit in a cubicle, i plan lessons, i teach the lessons. it's almost as if one never thinks that going to another country is going to ever propell you into a conventional system of days spent working, cooking, cleaning and sleeping. yet here i am, a worker bee, working for the man. this leaves me with little time to explore and too much time to think and write up silly words for silly blogs.

the journey has already begun and i'm on this ride with no experience, no sense of caution, and no place to keep any cheese.
and this is not necessarily a negative thing. just feels like i have a lot of catching up to do with the world. what better place to start than here?