- This morning, I had the first-in-the-lifetime sensation of having three buses to choose from. I took the #610 downtown. I got off near European Street (Oh Feng Jay -- it is pronounced in Chinese, pardon the spelling) to catch a bus to get me close to work. This morning, the three buses, I can take from the European stop, pulled into the stop at the same time: the #79, the #81, and the #85. I choose the #81 because it was a double-decker (never get over the novelty) and because it got me closest to McDonald's and Breakfast.
- Orient Express has written a fine piece about a night with inspector Harry Callahan in the Wuxi China Expatdom.
- Gorzo the Mighty is getting married!
- My wife tells me that salt went up to 10 rmb a bag from its normal 1.5 rmb because of nuclear hysteria.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Three buses to choose from
Some days, it's just hard to keep this blog going. Life is pretty routine. I do have my son Tony to tell you about. I do spend a lot of times making things up -- fun, but it doesn't feel like I am getting you an accurate feel of what life in China is like. Sometimes, I have to resort to telling you about what my hash browns were like at McDonald's (fine this morning -- they came fresh out of the fry vat.), the accidents I have seen (none so far today), and my bus ride to work...