…of course the radiator didn’t work. The coldest night so far. Arctic.
I woke up with a grudge and couldn’t get rid of it for the rest of the day.
The scenery wasn’t bad…
…but I somehow didn’t seem to be able to find the right angles. Maybe it was because I hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in some days.
On the road, some of the trucks annoyed me so much I was actually kind of happy for a moment as I noticed this:
Yes, I thought, there you go with your reckless driving and your inconsiderate abuse of the horn!
Then I noticed a character next to the street:
This li 力 is most easily translated as strength. That’s what I was missing today.
I had a grudge, but no strength.
Then I noticed someone REALLY miserable:
This poor fellah was just kind of staggering along the highway, chewing on a mantou 馒头, staring into the empty space. He couldn’t be talked to. Now I’m no expert but I don’t think this guy was necessarily mentally unfit. But I do think he was having a hard time.
That’s the greatest unfairness of them all: Some people are that unfortunate they even lack the opportunity to be angry.
– No strength to bear a grudge –
I decided to re-evaluate my situation and get my act together:
Taking this picture cheered me up a bit somehow, and before I knew it I had walked off the day’s march and was there:
This is not my hotel, but I liked the banner and the phone numbers on the wall.
Now you know you’re in some kind of a major settlement when there are pedestrian bridges arching over the streets:
Nice feeling, because big city meant big hotel meant big radiator and very possibly meant a night spent cozy and warm.
…but then the grudge came back:
I’m sitting in this small restaurant having double cooked pork slices 回锅肉, when some guy turns around and snarls at me in his most bad-ass dialect:
guy: “Whatchu comm e fo?”
me: “What I came here for? I’m traveling through here!”
guy: “Travln, eh? Spenn lotsa mone?”
me: “What? No, I’m trying not to spend too much actually.”
guy: Llika hunndrd aday?”
me: “You want to know whether or not I’m spending 100rmb a day?”
– and that’s where the grudge comes in –
me: (raised voice) “Now what kind of a matter to talk about is that, huh??”
guy: looks lost.
I feel bad for him, but the damage is done.
Some friendly dudes helped out though and explained that in my country asking about money would be considered impolite. I had a chat with them and then I said good night and went up to my room.
Later that night, I am going through today’s pictures, thinking, not every day is a day spent well, and I have just found out that the heating is not quite as efficient as I had thought, and the grudge is back with a vengeance – that’s when I get this message from the dudes from the restaurant:
“Hey, wanna go out? We’re going to do karaoke, the hookers are really cheap – 50”
Sing love songs with dirt-cheap prostitutes and a bad temper?
Tempting, really tempting.