Sunday – no passport applications today.
So basically all I did was hang around at Xiaohei’s place.
The poor guy had been working heaps of overtime the nights before.
I was pretty tired as well, but I somehow managed to get myself to go out for a stroll around my old neighborhood:
My friend with the DVDs was still there.
“Man, you back already?” – or so were his words.
I stocked up on action movies and headed across the street to get some fruit:
“Hey, haven’t seen you in a while! My, look at yourself now – what’s with the beard?”
They all seemed to remember me. How nice.
I got a water melon from Hainan 海南 – very sweet and very expensive. And I got six apples.
Later that night, Xiaohei and I ordered some food and watched movies:
Hanging out there in the lounge, it actually felt like I had never been gone.
There was still an unsolved problem though: my foot.
Someone had finally come up with a treatment that sounded reasonable, so I gave it a try:
“Instant cure to athlete’s foot 脚癣一次净” – thirty minutes of soaking and a few moments of sheer pain (even if it looks pleasurable – it’s not).
Now I hope the infection has been eradicated, annihilated, wiped out, and blasted into oblivion.
Wait until you see the picture of my foot later.