Zoo

AUGUST 22, 2007: Our last trip to Chanchun two weeks ago to buy bicycles was quite uneventful - apart from the arrival
(in which we were turned away from 3 successive hotels because, so one of them told us AFTER we agreed to take a room, the boss said they "cannot take foreigners" [that was the exact wording in each case], leaving us with to return to the bug-infested prostitution tower [which we only found out it was on the last day, and in whose communal showers Boxxy had been very concerned about getting naked in front of what turned out to be whores])
and the departure (in which the situation boiled down to a perilous and desperate goose-chase [goose doing the chasing], dashing and weaving through Chinese rush-hour traffic on a brand new touring bike at top speed to pick up another touring bike and transport them both to the bus station before the last bus departed, [so fast, in fact, that the bike shop owners waiting outside watched, bemused, as the goose swept right past the shop and hurtled on down the street]).


Wishing to avoid a repeat of this (mainly the staying in the flea/whorebag part), we bought our bus ticket early and chilled in the afternoon. At the Changchun Zoo.

It was always going to be horrific. I include only the above photo of a mankey who had just mankey-slapped me. If you want to be horrified - horrified in a very predictable way, you can go here.