Thank YOU! It's Customer Appreciation Week!
EXTRA 11% OFF Orders $100+ With Code: THANKYOU
×

Cheers

Give a Cheer
Give cheer Give a Cheer
Favorite

On my first night in Beijing, December 30, 2005,
I ate Donkey Dust with the Yang
family.
Donkey Dust is a local treat of very sticky
rice paste, in the shape of a slice of meat,
coated with a light brown powder that
looks like the dust that a donkey likes to roll in.
At the end of the meal, Kejian, Xiaoqing’s father, invited us to go for a short walk
for some exercise, to help us fall asleep, and to
adjust to the time change.
Beijing is 12 hours later than my home in Raleigh.

I was already pretty tired because I had not slept on the plane, but I didn’t pass on the chance to see Beijing up close.
It was not at all like I expected it to be.

It had modern skycrapers, such as those at Qinghua
University.
It had modern shopping such as the Lotus Center, also near the Yang’s house.
It had American fast food: McDonald’s, Pizza Hut and KFC.
But it also had traditional Chinese snack
foods: roasted chestnuts, candied crabapples on a
stick (which was favored by the teenage girls), nuts and some kind of omelet or pancake wrapped sandwich that Xiaoqing started craving
as soon as she saw it and smelled it cooking.

Streets were congested with bicycles, buses, cabs, private cars, pedicabs and motorcycles.

Pedestrians picked their way through the fast moving traffic, often seeming to ignore the lights.
It was very cold, but people were happy
and expressive, which was the most surprising thing I found.

Created digitally, using PSP 9, Photoshop Elements 2.0, and digital scrapbooking files (like Ekits) from Cottage Arts.


Report
SavedRemovedChanged