In between these photos, which document goofing off for the most part, there were events like field hockey and road cycling.
China is pretty relaxed. They didn't hassle us even though we showed up wearing outfits like this.
There are neat communist relics lying around everywhere. This one was in our hostel.
Every meal was really good and really inexpensive. Dumplings might have been my favorite. It was $2 for four of us.
Menus are as funnier than you would imagine. Can I offer you a three explosions spring roll? How about North Korea is grim? Here's Jewel translating a menu for a restaurant. They thrust the draft in front of her when they realized she knows English and Chinese.
We had a big English, baby! party and afterward did private karaoke.
We rented bikes that match our outfits to try out the bike lanes that are as wide as normal street lanes. Couple the striking blue of this photo with my blue eyes and understand why I was constantly asked to pose for photos with people.
Here is a sequence of photos in which I eat a giant scorpion. It tasted OK but took forever to chew the exoskeleton-y bits.
Word to Mao. Peace out.