Life in China | Dominik Mayer – Products, Asia, Productivity

I’m feeling like an old man. Elbow and jaw are getting better but now I can’t put pressure on my left ankle. Last night, I had to turn off the air conditioning because I didn’t know how to tell it that I wanted hot instead of cold air (works now). It got ice-cold, my cold that’s been on the mend got worse again and I got a cough as well.

I know I was completely healthy when I left Germany.

Though I’ve been doing my laundry for years now, I think I’ve never used a tumble dryer before. Perhaps once. Didn’t know how comfortable it is.

This was never intended to become a food blog and I promise to stop. But finding something to eat isn’t that easy and the things you get may not be what you expect them to be. So, another restaurant that seemed a little bit more exalted than the ones before:

I wanted to take a picture of the McDonalds menu but the lady tore it away quickly. No idea why. Particularly because she handed it back to let us order. And then they gave us the take-away menu. I could have taken a picture of that…

At least I could try the Banana Pie that’s advertised all over the city:

I don’t have to have it again. Too sweet filling and a strange sour crust.

Because most foreigners can’t pronounce the Chinese names correctly many Chinese get themselves an English one. Today I met Zyclops…

Had to move again. Now I’m staying here until at least the beginning of July. Living out of the suitcase finally has an end.

It’s so good to have Chinese friends. They can read the menus and bus schedules, know all the strange things in the supermarkets and find out how to tell an air conditioning to use hot instead of cold air.

That had taken me about an hour yesterday. And today I walked to university because I couldn’t find the right bus. Not the most comfortable thing with my hurting ankle.

My landlady’s grandson just came in, crashed his remote control car against my water bottle and left. Perhaps I should start to lock my room.

On walking to one of the cafeterias we passed several booths. I was asked to take part in a survey. At least that’s what I understood. I thought why not, filled in my name, email address and telephone number and they promised to contact me. I asked what we’d do then and they said something about an interview and that they’d be happy if I’d join them. Join what? Seems to be some kind of student council. I’m not sure. But I have no intention to join.

We walked on and found more clubs in front of the cafeteria:

I left my number at a dance club. Thought that could be interesting.

Next day: