What To Do When U Get Drunk

The land of the middle

And so we were, arrived at the end of our journey in the middle. At least the Chinese call themselves so, the middle country, Midlands people. That's honest. Each has egozentrisitsche but their world view. Just as the New Zealanders the world map with the Pacific Ocean in the middle of the South Pole to draw or above (refer to Australia and in extreme cases, in addition to its North and South Island as their "West Island").

China welcomed with open arms and not the heart to the lips. It was closed on the one hand but also very friendly to us.

From Hong Kong to China, we went easy with the subway. Then we showed her our visa (because we did not need yet for Hong Kong) and were there. Somehow we all had a bit of respect for China. Jeremy was on his travels found 20 years ago, it is a very difficult country to visit. Wait days for train tickets, no communication, an Excluded and exposure. I was suddenly faced with the challenge on my Chinese living subject try. Because in Hong Kong they speak Cantonese and write the old traditional characters, which I have not learned. Yet Hong Kong was a good start, because everything is bilingual. And the "simple" traditional characters have not changed apparently, because I've realized that. But I have - despite good intentions - not of course in New Zealand started to repeat my knowledge, let to deepen and because I faced a steep learning or Verzweifelkurve. And this uncertainty has certainly helped that we were cut on our first bus ride over the ear and three times the normal price paid. Just across the border was the bus station. And the way a man conducts us into it for sure in a small business in advance and sold us the overpriced tickets. In China it is not uncommon that one may only enter with tickets and the station will be on sale somewhere completely different. But as we were then put into a taxi and brought across the city bus to a very different course we were all clear. I was pissed at me, I saw through this was not much earlier had. But the loss of € 30 was nevertheless not as high for a lesson in sustainable care. Because the bus was quick and clean and the bus conductress (something is standard practice) on the phone with my contact person should pick us to ensure that we are thrown out at the correct intersection. Our first stop in China was an organic farm in Yangcun, which we did not know more than how we get there. And it worked great. 10 minutes after our arrival at a crossroads in a miserable Vorstadtwueste holds a car and sit in there a funny Miss Wu and a taciturn Mr. Wu. Miss Wu is an English teacher, helping Mr. Wu, whenever, the international guests. Because Mr. Wu can not speak English. He is the manager of the farm in the We will now work for a week. And the two Wu's are used or not in league. But he calls her "big sister" because of the similarity of names. The terms "sister" and "brother" is used here in general a bit looser. Otherwise, they would also die out in a Einkindsystem yes.

The farm was sold straight to a man from Taiwan. So everything is a bit in limbo. Basically, it consists of fields but whose fruits are destined for sale, and where the time mainly watermelon matures, a lot of vegetables largely for local consumption, fish pond, a few geese, goats, cows and dogs. There are house dogs that prowl incredibly calm around us and the dogs for meat production, which are locked in a cage and barking frightening when one is in the vicinity. The manure of the animals used in the fields, but the flesh is intended only for local consumption. And local means that people who work here and all are somehow allied or known. It seems to be a very open company. Miss Wu, for example, has become such a "friend of the farm" developed. She comes out almost every day, grows her own vegetables, helping with a little bit and bring their friends and family around her to spend a "day in the country." Others come and go, sat down in front of the TV (set up under the roof but in the open air, which here runs nearly always) chat with the boss, smoking, drinking tea. And if something is slaughtered, everyone takes a plastic bag full of meat. Or fish they get out of the pond with nets or what degree of ripening vegetables.

No one who lives on a farm and works - a little 5 people - speak English and so my language skills required. Yes, I've tested it. And it worked every now and then. But with hands and feet, I am progressed. This is mainly due to the different pronunciation of many words in the different regions. And my Austrian ears, I think. Jeremy, who has indeed used only the hand and was Fußsprache, typically as successful as I have to agree. We got a nice room with two beds, the bathroom was such a room with two Wasserkuebeln and made the evening was hot water in the kitchen at the low earthen wood stove with two large and one could provide Wokausnehmungen from there with a ladle. It was a very simple, peaceful life. Everyday, I'm only on the fields, animals and gone home. Our main job was to weed is a weed. Every day a new flower bed. At the vile, the cuttings of bougainvillea. Prickly stuff. Caspar and Quentin have helped a little bit, but we always turn helped to longer breaks. Quentin is like to have migrated towards tomato sauce. Quite clear why. But he has again received no diarrhea. The child is a Essphänomen. The food was cooked and eaten together. Rice three times a day: breakfast, lunch, dinner - with Gemuesebeilagen, meat, fish, beetles ... The side dishes were made with the chopsticks, from the pots and, after a stopover in the individual rice bowls then consumed. We ate in our later stops just until we have found that have been used elsewhere also serving utensils (chopsticks). We have here the rural nature of the common interests met. Quentin has tried everything, even the bugs and made himself popular with "more fish" Call the company at table. Caspar ate three times a week daily white rice without anything. On the third day, he found that it is a bit boring, but he has kept it. A different kind of Essphänomen
is the handling of the animals seemed pretty rough. Since a calf was dragged around so roughly that it had to be slaughtered with a neck injury after two days. A baby goat, which was allowed to drink their mom does not like (it was their first child) should just die. I've taken her, as she has raised quite dehydrated with diarrhea hardly the mouth and with homeopathy and breast milk by pipette hammer out. After two days of care she was able to drink himself to the mother. Somehow I had the feeling that the man who is the Takes care of animals - although generally very nice, just had no tolerance for breastfeeding problems. I've been through it myself and can understand Mama goat good. I have handed over the further care of baby goat, then the manager and he rewarded my pipette. But probably baby goat now, long since been consumed locally. I do not want to know.
Yancun After we took the bus to Gongzhou, a huge city, been able to gain any guide or traveler much. We have bought a train ticket and only have the day to exit in a very funny district spent, be photographed at every street corner where young couples in wedding attire. The night train to Guilin was then relaxed than expected. However, the wait was on the train rather interesting. With purchased ticket may be in the station and on the scoreboard as the waiting room, where one is assigned. Knackevoll is, there is nothing to do and see, fighting my wild boys and developed a circle around us Chinese viewers. The embarrassment will end only when the doors finally open and we can out on the Bahsteig. But then we have to go up and down stairs, underpasses along to the actual platform. All run, carry suitcases and children. A handicapped person would have no chance. We are, however, the train, we find two beds in a six compartment as in local trains only, without doors to the aisle, so to speak in a bunk. With the bags and backpacks on the floor for Liegeflaechenvergrösserung has always worked out and we arrived in Guilin recovered relatively early in the morning. Guilin is a tourist city in the karst mountains. We have eaten there a very good stuffed Germknödel, strange drink soy milk, visited a monastery, a limestone hill climb and were often almost run over by scooters. Who are here in fact almost all the electric and so quiet. Later we went by bus to Yangshou, a small town where we were expected for a week to teach English. Also about WWOOF found, although not at all agricultural, but the Chinese WWOOF has I think only 3 or 4 farms at all.
We were met again and were nice to begin with our work. It was a private English colleague, where the evening very informal conversation units (free beer) will be paid by "real" foreigners passing through. But these foreigners get board and lodging and have the whole day free to look around the area. And that is absolutely terrific. We were much too short to live there at all. Karst mountains and Karsthoehlen, mud baths, boat trips. We have only one day borrowed wheels (wired child seats of bamboo on the Packelträger) but this was very fine. Unforgettable our balloon ride. A small woven basket in which we grade four and the driver's side by side could stand (of all things just because others are taking Quentin and Caspar altitude areas), a lot of heat about the head and no safety. It
nobody (and nothing) is dropped, Caspar has married after half an hour but looking over the edge - and noted that he felt himself as funny as safe and it was a magical evening.
The colleague's life was very pleasant. Caspar also became an assistant teacher to let Chinese chess and teach improved from the students in their pronunciation. He was often gone all night. Quentin's conversations were a little non-verbal - though I am certain that he was fully aware of Chinese words adopted. (Why he called himself suddenly and to this day "wawa" which in Chinese means "Baby"?) The evening chat was very informative for us, nowhere else have we done as open discussions with the Chinese. Great recommendation.
weekend there is always an organized trip, and went to our week of Longsheng in the unreal world of the 1000 year old rice terraces. A fierce two-day hike on small stone paths, management with muscle power and horses as ever, an independent culture, a fascinating landscape and a wonderful night under the full moon. A wonderful adventure, very tiring.
Yangshou was much too short, but we had to travel southbound. And we did a night bus. He had one above the other three rows of bunk beds stacked chairs (left, center, right) and these were then also (it was almost with higher head to the feet of the rear end) and a total far too short for the likes of us. If we had bought two and then lay still on the floor next to it, but it was a horror night. Twice was stopped for hours for repair and I was suffering from diarrhea, my well-being has not helped. So we came to Zhuhai, just north of Macao. We had met a nice family (he Australian, they Chinese, daughter Papaya in Caspar's age), the bus station where we picked up and housed two days. What I then still the most memorable is the futile attempt in a restaurant to order something without meat (I've actually tried three ways to explain - even the embarrassing with the animal noises). My Chinese really need to be deepened. Then it went
by ferry from Macau back to Hong Kong. On arrival we were filmed by cameras and heat the sleeping Quentin measured the temperature to ensure that we mithereinschleppen not swine flu. Hong Kong is a very close look. It had to be filled with health note exactly where and who. On our flight to England the next day was all care less and not an issue.
The night we spent at the airport. For all an experience. Caspar and I made ourselves comfortable on a chair series I have eyes and ears protection, but of course we still slept little. But Quentin - a night bird like his father - has persevered to three I think in the morning until he finally tilts away in Wagerl. Not so bad because he has so long on the day flight to London then I slept a lot and is always pleasant for us. Yes, and so we arrived back in Europe. Heathrow cold dirty, expensive buses - but Jeremy was home.

What To Do When U Get Drunk

The land of the middle

And so we were, arrived at the end of our journey in the middle. At least the Chinese call themselves so, the middle country, Midlands people. That's honest. Each has egozentrisitsche but their world view. Just as the New Zealanders the world map with the Pacific Ocean in the middle of the South Pole to draw or above (refer to Australia and in extreme cases, in addition to its North and South Island as their "West Island").

China welcomed with open arms and not the heart to the lips. It was closed on the one hand but also very friendly to us.

From Hong Kong to China, we went easy with the subway. Then we showed her our visa (because we did not need yet for Hong Kong) and were there. Somehow we all had a bit of respect for China. Jeremy was on his travels found 20 years ago, it is a very difficult country to visit. Wait days for train tickets, no communication, an Excluded and exposure. I was suddenly faced with the challenge on my Chinese living subject try. Because in Hong Kong they speak Cantonese and write the old traditional characters, which I have not learned. Yet Hong Kong was a good start, because everything is bilingual. And the "simple" traditional characters have not changed apparently, because I've realized that. But I have - despite good intentions - not of course in New Zealand started to repeat my knowledge, let to deepen and because I faced a steep learning or Verzweifelkurve. And this uncertainty has certainly helped that we were cut on our first bus ride over the ear and three times the normal price paid. Just across the border was the bus station. And the way a man conducts us into it for sure in a small business in advance and sold us the overpriced tickets. In China it is not uncommon that one may only enter with tickets and the station will be on sale somewhere completely different. But as we were then put into a taxi and brought across the city bus to a very different course we were all clear. I was pissed at me, I saw through this was not much earlier had. But the loss of € 30 was nevertheless not as high for a lesson in sustainable care. Because the bus was quick and clean and the bus conductress (something is standard practice) on the phone with my contact person should pick us to ensure that we are thrown out at the correct intersection. Our first stop in China was an organic farm in Yangcun, which we did not know more than how we get there. And it worked great. 10 minutes after our arrival at a crossroads in a miserable Vorstadtwueste holds a car and sit in there a funny Miss Wu and a taciturn Mr. Wu. Miss Wu is an English teacher, helping Mr. Wu, whenever, the international guests. Because Mr. Wu can not speak English. He is the manager of the farm in the We will now work for a week. And the two Wu's are used or not in league. But he calls her "big sister" because of the similarity of names. The terms "sister" and "brother" is used here in general a bit looser. Otherwise, they would also die out in a Einkindsystem yes.

The farm was sold straight to a man from Taiwan. So everything is a bit in limbo. Basically, it consists of fields but whose fruits are destined for sale, and where the time mainly watermelon matures, a lot of vegetables largely for local consumption, fish pond, a few geese, goats, cows and dogs. There are house dogs that prowl incredibly calm around us and the dogs for meat production, which are locked in a cage and barking frightening when one is in the vicinity. The manure of the animals used in the fields, but the flesh is intended only for local consumption. And local means that people who work here and all are somehow allied or known. It seems to be a very open company. Miss Wu, for example, has become such a "friend of the farm" developed. She comes out almost every day, grows her own vegetables, helping with a little bit and bring their friends and family around her to spend a "day in the country." Others come and go, sat down in front of the TV (set up under the roof but in the open air, which here runs nearly always) chat with the boss, smoking, drinking tea. And if something is slaughtered, everyone takes a plastic bag full of meat. Or fish they get out of the pond with nets or what degree of ripening vegetables.

No one who lives on a farm and works - a little 5 people - speak English and so my language skills required. Yes, I've tested it. And it worked every now and then. But with hands and feet, I am progressed. This is mainly due to the different pronunciation of many words in the different regions. And my Austrian ears, I think. Jeremy, who has indeed used only the hand and was Fußsprache, typically as successful as I have to agree. We got a nice room with two beds, the bathroom was such a room with two Wasserkuebeln and made the evening was hot water in the kitchen at the low earthen wood stove with two large and one could provide Wokausnehmungen from there with a ladle. It was a very simple, peaceful life. Everyday, I'm only on the fields, animals and gone home. Our main job was to weed is a weed. Every day a new flower bed. At the vile, the cuttings of bougainvillea. Prickly stuff. Caspar and Quentin have helped a little bit, but we always turn helped to longer breaks. Quentin is like to have migrated towards tomato sauce. Quite clear why. But he has again received no diarrhea. The child is a Essphänomen. The food was cooked and eaten together. Rice three times a day: breakfast, lunch, dinner - with Gemuesebeilagen, meat, fish, beetles ... The side dishes were made with the chopsticks, from the pots and, after a stopover in the individual rice bowls then consumed. We ate in our later stops just until we have found that have been used elsewhere also serving utensils (chopsticks). We have here the rural nature of the common interests met. Quentin has tried everything, even the bugs and made himself popular with "more fish" Call the company at table. Caspar ate three times a week daily white rice without anything. On the third day, he found that it is a bit boring, but he has kept it. A different kind of Essphänomen
is the handling of the animals seemed pretty rough. Since a calf was dragged around so roughly that it had to be slaughtered with a neck injury after two days. A baby goat, which was allowed to drink their mom does not like (it was their first child) should just die. I've taken her, as she has raised quite dehydrated with diarrhea hardly the mouth and with homeopathy and breast milk by pipette hammer out. After two days of care she was able to drink himself to the mother. Somehow I had the feeling that the man who is the Takes care of animals - although generally very nice, just had no tolerance for breastfeeding problems. I've been through it myself and can understand Mama goat good. I have handed over the further care of baby goat, then the manager and he rewarded my pipette. But probably baby goat now, long since been consumed locally. I do not want to know.
Yancun After we took the bus to Gongzhou, a huge city, been able to gain any guide or traveler much. We have bought a train ticket and only have the day to exit in a very funny district spent, be photographed at every street corner where young couples in wedding attire. The night train to Guilin was then relaxed than expected. However, the wait was on the train rather interesting. With purchased ticket may be in the station and on the scoreboard as the waiting room, where one is assigned. Knackevoll is, there is nothing to do and see, fighting my wild boys and developed a circle around us Chinese viewers. The embarrassment will end only when the doors finally open and we can out on the Bahsteig. But then we have to go up and down stairs, underpasses along to the actual platform. All run, carry suitcases and children. A handicapped person would have no chance. We are, however, the train, we find two beds in a six compartment as in local trains only, without doors to the aisle, so to speak in a bunk. With the bags and backpacks on the floor for Liegeflaechenvergrösserung has always worked out and we arrived in Guilin recovered relatively early in the morning. Guilin is a tourist city in the karst mountains. We have eaten there a very good stuffed Germknödel, strange drink soy milk, visited a monastery, a limestone hill climb and were often almost run over by scooters. Who are here in fact almost all the electric and so quiet. Later we went by bus to Yangshou, a small town where we were expected for a week to teach English. Also about WWOOF found, although not at all agricultural, but the Chinese WWOOF has I think only 3 or 4 farms at all.
We were met again and were nice to begin with our work. It was a private English colleague, where the evening very informal conversation units (free beer) will be paid by "real" foreigners passing through. But these foreigners get board and lodging and have the whole day free to look around the area. And that is absolutely terrific. We were much too short to live there at all. Karst mountains and Karsthoehlen, mud baths, boat trips. We have only one day borrowed wheels (wired child seats of bamboo on the Packelträger) but this was very fine. Unforgettable our balloon ride. A small woven basket in which we grade four and the driver's side by side could stand (of all things just because others are taking Quentin and Caspar altitude areas), a lot of heat about the head and no safety. It
nobody (and nothing) is dropped, Caspar has married after half an hour but looking over the edge - and noted that he felt himself as funny as safe and it was a magical evening.
The colleague's life was very pleasant. Caspar also became an assistant teacher to let Chinese chess and teach improved from the students in their pronunciation. He was often gone all night. Quentin's conversations were a little non-verbal - though I am certain that he was fully aware of Chinese words adopted. (Why he called himself suddenly and to this day "wawa" which in Chinese means "Baby"?) The evening chat was very informative for us, nowhere else have we done as open discussions with the Chinese. Great recommendation.
weekend there is always an organized trip, and went to our week of Longsheng in the unreal world of the 1000 year old rice terraces. A fierce two-day hike on small stone paths, management with muscle power and horses as ever, an independent culture, a fascinating landscape and a wonderful night under the full moon. A wonderful adventure, very tiring.
Yangshou was much too short, but we had to travel southbound. And we did a night bus. He had one above the other three rows of bunk beds stacked chairs (left, center, right) and these were then also (it was almost with higher head to the feet of the rear end) and a total far too short for the likes of us. If we had bought two and then lay still on the floor next to it, but it was a horror night. Twice was stopped for hours for repair and I was suffering from diarrhea, my well-being has not helped. So we came to Zhuhai, just north of Macao. We had met a nice family (he Australian, they Chinese, daughter Papaya in Caspar's age), the bus station where we picked up and housed two days. What I then still the most memorable is the futile attempt in a restaurant to order something without meat (I've actually tried three ways to explain - even the embarrassing with the animal noises). My Chinese really need to be deepened. Then it went
by ferry from Macau back to Hong Kong. On arrival we were filmed by cameras and heat the sleeping Quentin measured the temperature to ensure that we mithereinschleppen not swine flu. Hong Kong is a very close look. It had to be filled with health note exactly where and who. On our flight to England the next day was all care less and not an issue.
The night we spent at the airport. For all an experience. Caspar and I made ourselves comfortable on a chair series I have eyes and ears protection, but of course we still slept little. But Quentin - a night bird like his father - has persevered to three I think in the morning until he finally tilts away in Wagerl. Not so bad because he has so long on the day flight to London then I slept a lot and is always pleasant for us. Yes, and so we arrived back in Europe. Heathrow cold dirty, expensive buses - but Jeremy was home.

What To Do When U Get Drunk

The land of the middle

And so we were, arrived at the end of our journey in the middle. At least the Chinese call themselves so, the middle country, Midlands people. That's honest. Each has egozentrisitsche but their world view. Just as the New Zealanders the world map with the Pacific Ocean in the middle of the South Pole to draw or above (refer to Australia and in extreme cases, in addition to its North and South Island as their "West Island").

China welcomed with open arms and not the heart to the lips. It was closed on the one hand but also very friendly to us.

From Hong Kong to China, we went easy with the subway. Then we showed her our visa (because we did not need yet for Hong Kong) and were there. Somehow we all had a bit of respect for China. Jeremy was on his travels found 20 years ago, it is a very difficult country to visit. Wait days for train tickets, no communication, an Excluded and exposure. I was suddenly faced with the challenge on my Chinese living subject try. Because in Hong Kong they speak Cantonese and write the old traditional characters, which I have not learned. Yet Hong Kong was a good start, because everything is bilingual. And the "simple" traditional characters have not changed apparently, because I've realized that. But I have - despite good intentions - not of course in New Zealand started to repeat my knowledge, let to deepen and because I faced a steep learning or Verzweifelkurve. And this uncertainty has certainly helped that we were cut on our first bus ride over the ear and three times the normal price paid. Just across the border was the bus station. And the way a man conducts us into it for sure in a small business in advance and sold us the overpriced tickets. In China it is not uncommon that one may only enter with tickets and the station will be on sale somewhere completely different. But as we were then put into a taxi and brought across the city bus to a very different course we were all clear. I was pissed at me, I saw through this was not much earlier had. But the loss of € 30 was nevertheless not as high for a lesson in sustainable care. Because the bus was quick and clean and the bus conductress (something is standard practice) on the phone with my contact person should pick us to ensure that we are thrown out at the correct intersection. Our first stop in China was an organic farm in Yangcun, which we did not know more than how we get there. And it worked great. 10 minutes after our arrival at a crossroads in a miserable Vorstadtwueste holds a car and sit in there a funny Miss Wu and a taciturn Mr. Wu. Miss Wu is an English teacher, helping Mr. Wu, whenever, the international guests. Because Mr. Wu can not speak English. He is the manager of the farm in the We will now work for a week. And the two Wu's are used or not in league. But he calls her "big sister" because of the similarity of names. The terms "sister" and "brother" is used here in general a bit looser. Otherwise, they would also die out in a Einkindsystem yes.

The farm was sold straight to a man from Taiwan. So everything is a bit in limbo. Basically, it consists of fields but whose fruits are destined for sale, and where the time mainly watermelon matures, a lot of vegetables largely for local consumption, fish pond, a few geese, goats, cows and dogs. There are house dogs that prowl incredibly calm around us and the dogs for meat production, which are locked in a cage and barking frightening when one is in the vicinity. The manure of the animals used in the fields, but the flesh is intended only for local consumption. And local means that people who work here and all are somehow allied or known. It seems to be a very open company. Miss Wu, for example, has become such a "friend of the farm" developed. She comes out almost every day, grows her own vegetables, helping with a little bit and bring their friends and family around her to spend a "day in the country." Others come and go, sat down in front of the TV (set up under the roof but in the open air, which here runs nearly always) chat with the boss, smoking, drinking tea. And if something is slaughtered, everyone takes a plastic bag full of meat. Or fish they get out of the pond with nets or what degree of ripening vegetables.

No one who lives on a farm and works - a little 5 people - speak English and so my language skills required. Yes, I've tested it. And it worked every now and then. But with hands and feet, I am progressed. This is mainly due to the different pronunciation of many words in the different regions. And my Austrian ears, I think. Jeremy, who has indeed used only the hand and was Fußsprache, typically as successful as I have to agree. We got a nice room with two beds, the bathroom was such a room with two Wasserkuebeln and made the evening was hot water in the kitchen at the low earthen wood stove with two large and one could provide Wokausnehmungen from there with a ladle. It was a very simple, peaceful life. Everyday, I'm only on the fields, animals and gone home. Our main job was to weed is a weed. Every day a new flower bed. At the vile, the cuttings of bougainvillea. Prickly stuff. Caspar and Quentin have helped a little bit, but we always turn helped to longer breaks. Quentin is like to have migrated towards tomato sauce. Quite clear why. But he has again received no diarrhea. The child is a Essphänomen. The food was cooked and eaten together. Rice three times a day: breakfast, lunch, dinner - with Gemuesebeilagen, meat, fish, beetles ... The side dishes were made with the chopsticks, from the pots and, after a stopover in the individual rice bowls then consumed. We ate in our later stops just until we have found that have been used elsewhere also serving utensils (chopsticks). We have here the rural nature of the common interests met. Quentin has tried everything, even the bugs and made himself popular with "more fish" Call the company at table. Caspar ate three times a week daily white rice without anything. On the third day, he found that it is a bit boring, but he has kept it. A different kind of Essphänomen
is the handling of the animals seemed pretty rough. Since a calf was dragged around so roughly that it had to be slaughtered with a neck injury after two days. A baby goat, which was allowed to drink their mom does not like (it was their first child) should just die. I've taken her, as she has raised quite dehydrated with diarrhea hardly the mouth and with homeopathy and breast milk by pipette hammer out. After two days of care she was able to drink himself to the mother. Somehow I had the feeling that the man who is the Takes care of animals - although generally very nice, just had no tolerance for breastfeeding problems. I've been through it myself and can understand Mama goat good. I have handed over the further care of baby goat, then the manager and he rewarded my pipette. But probably baby goat now, long since been consumed locally. I do not want to know.
Yancun After we took the bus to Gongzhou, a huge city, been able to gain any guide or traveler much. We have bought a train ticket and only have the day to exit in a very funny district spent, be photographed at every street corner where young couples in wedding attire. The night train to Guilin was then relaxed than expected. However, the wait was on the train rather interesting. With purchased ticket may be in the station and on the scoreboard as the waiting room, where one is assigned. Knackevoll is, there is nothing to do and see, fighting my wild boys and developed a circle around us Chinese viewers. The embarrassment will end only when the doors finally open and we can out on the Bahsteig. But then we have to go up and down stairs, underpasses along to the actual platform. All run, carry suitcases and children. A handicapped person would have no chance. We are, however, the train, we find two beds in a six compartment as in local trains only, without doors to the aisle, so to speak in a bunk. With the bags and backpacks on the floor for Liegeflaechenvergrösserung has always worked out and we arrived in Guilin recovered relatively early in the morning. Guilin is a tourist city in the karst mountains. We have eaten there a very good stuffed Germknödel, strange drink soy milk, visited a monastery, a limestone hill climb and were often almost run over by scooters. Who are here in fact almost all the electric and so quiet. Later we went by bus to Yangshou, a small town where we were expected for a week to teach English. Also about WWOOF found, although not at all agricultural, but the Chinese WWOOF has I think only 3 or 4 farms at all.
We were met again and were nice to begin with our work. It was a private English colleague, where the evening very informal conversation units (free beer) will be paid by "real" foreigners passing through. But these foreigners get board and lodging and have the whole day free to look around the area. And that is absolutely terrific. We were much too short to live there at all. Karst mountains and Karsthoehlen, mud baths, boat trips. We have only one day borrowed wheels (wired child seats of bamboo on the Packelträger) but this was very fine. Unforgettable our balloon ride. A small woven basket in which we grade four and the driver's side by side could stand (of all things just because others are taking Quentin and Caspar altitude areas), a lot of heat about the head and no safety. It
nobody (and nothing) is dropped, Caspar has married after half an hour but looking over the edge - and noted that he felt himself as funny as safe and it was a magical evening.
The colleague's life was very pleasant. Caspar also became an assistant teacher to let Chinese chess and teach improved from the students in their pronunciation. He was often gone all night. Quentin's conversations were a little non-verbal - though I am certain that he was fully aware of Chinese words adopted. (Why he called himself suddenly and to this day "wawa" which in Chinese means "Baby"?) The evening chat was very informative for us, nowhere else have we done as open discussions with the Chinese. Great recommendation.
weekend there is always an organized trip, and went to our week of Longsheng in the unreal world of the 1000 year old rice terraces. A fierce two-day hike on small stone paths, management with muscle power and horses as ever, an independent culture, a fascinating landscape and a wonderful night under the full moon. A wonderful adventure, very tiring.
Yangshou was much too short, but we had to travel southbound. And we did a night bus. He had one above the other three rows of bunk beds stacked chairs (left, center, right) and these were then also (it was almost with higher head to the feet of the rear end) and a total far too short for the likes of us. If we had bought two and then lay still on the floor next to it, but it was a horror night. Twice was stopped for hours for repair and I was suffering from diarrhea, my well-being has not helped. So we came to Zhuhai, just north of Macao. We had met a nice family (he Australian, they Chinese, daughter Papaya in Caspar's age), the bus station where we picked up and housed two days. What I then still the most memorable is the futile attempt in a restaurant to order something without meat (I've actually tried three ways to explain - even the embarrassing with the animal noises). My Chinese really need to be deepened. Then it went
by ferry from Macau back to Hong Kong. On arrival we were filmed by cameras and heat the sleeping Quentin measured the temperature to ensure that we mithereinschleppen not swine flu. Hong Kong is a very close look. It had to be filled with health note exactly where and who. On our flight to England the next day was all care less and not an issue.
The night we spent at the airport. For all an experience. Caspar and I made ourselves comfortable on a chair series I have eyes and ears protection, but of course we still slept little. But Quentin - a night bird like his father - has persevered to three I think in the morning until he finally tilts away in Wagerl. Not so bad because he has so long on the day flight to London then I slept a lot and is always pleasant for us. Yes, and so we arrived back in Europe. Heathrow cold dirty, expensive buses - but Jeremy was home.

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Hong Kong retrospekt

I am terribly behind other regions in the reports. Our Hong Kong week is again two weeks back heavily overlaid by new Chinaeindruecken and the expectations of things to come. Double brain effort is the price of laziness.

We flew to Hong Kong over Night and had to stop by the intervention that we are not far apart from the cockpit. Because it does not help on long-haul, just early enough to be at the airport. The seating arrangement is made for days before. And if one has no common name and not posted on a joint ticket, they put up somewhere. But who'll get the Fensterplaetze? Surely only those who pull the curtain and go to sleep! Strange system. We sat in the middle of the aircraft and Jeremy has very, very much suffered. We arrived exhausted at, but that's to fix with a bit of sleep. The Wagerl has suffered more. At first glance it is not struck us, but it tweaks now often the children of the linkage left and right. We have tried a repair, but nothing was really satisfactory. One can almost rely on it, something that the airlines ruined by baggage handling. Our Fiji umbrella was to throw it away.

We had organized the first two nights for a coach and a very nice place serving host (a young successful designer watches for display) picked us up by car from the subway station and went home. It was a long way in the New Territories Terre on the motorway. Hong Kong consists not only of the actual island of Hong Kong but also about many other islands and a huge big piece of the peninsula. Although Hong Kong now has for 10 years, China heard it is still almost a different world. Other currency, other immigration control, passport and visa control the direction of China and just about a different culture. The Hong Kong Chinese feel independent as before. Our host lives but in a very modern building, huge high, huge clean and well guarded, riesigluxurioes but still a relatively small living space. Our room was the place in the dining hall = = = kitchen living room. There they have set for ourselves before the big-screen TV mattresses on the floor. Went out to grad for a double bed.
The young couple had a 3 year old son. This means toys. And someone to play with. But somehow it was quite a lot of squabbling. He was not sharing it used to, our fellows a bit overwrought.
lives addition to the bargain then a Dienstmaedchen of the Philippines in the apartment. She sleeps in the room of the boys, cooking and washing, takes care of lost children and is usually barely visible. Six days a week. Earlier, she worked in Singapore, seven days a week. Here in Hong Kong, it says it is better.
Sunday is so free and the spuehrt you on the streets. Suddenly they are full of Dienstmaedchen. For every man I see I begegenet women ninth It is found in communities from the Philippines and Indonesia. The mood is bubbly, they picnic on the sidewalk (on plastic film) and storm the park.
after two nights with our generous hosts, we have built a as possible cheap accommodation in Hong Kong looking for. In one of those old high pick Eaters, who were already there when Jeremy was 20 years ago as last. You drive up the lift, go with gray, lifeless gears, passing many gray inanimate doors, no name, no Tuermatte or sign of life. Yet hidden in the narrow corridors of shops and doctors and public institutions that provide access to only those in the know.
Probably the infrastructure for the less wealthy. Because what is offered below on the street is very expensive. Hong Kong is more expensive than Europe.
rahr space in Hong Kong and yet it was not so bad as announced in the guide books, that one by the bed just the suitcase upright into the room brings. We had at least three beds in the room next to it even a meter square. And there was also a box, but the opener, we could not, the third bed was on the road. But we could put on it things, and that's also what ever. In any case, no room in which one voluntarily does more than just to spend the night. So
spend our time in the Haeuserschluchten. And they are impressive. Hong Kong is a strange mixture of absolutely futuristic city where you all day do not have to take to the streets, up from a shopping mall in the other move underground and glass transitions, escalators up and down, with glass elevators to the upper floors to Dine and entertainers associated with U-Bahn, all affordable to the Octopus card, plastic money in the city. And on the other side now and then still the old, the Starfaehre, the dirt-cheap connects the island to the mainland, as Jeremy has already experienced 20 years ago, only now she drives a bit shorter. It was built to be a bit more land would subtract the surplus to more skyscrapers on it. Or the double-decker trams. Ancient cheaper than the subway, wonderfully nostalgic, just fits into the Wagerl not. The double-decker buses have so inspired Quentin for his first multi-syllabic word "Dablabas. When he saw the tram, he was completely off my feet and muttered only "Dablabas tuetuet" or "Tuetuet dablabas" very excited until he finally decided, the new means simply "Dablatuetuet" to name. "Tuetuet" is his term for trains, tracks, cars and generally all of the great family of rail-like. Following the terminology of the generated noise (sheep "maeh" cow "mmhh" duck "Gack" (well could in the case also of "duck" come, following the terminology of the resemblance to a German or English word, the after which is shorter)). Hong Kong
so yes it should not even exist. Was just a fishing village. But when the British decided, they need the Chinese are now cut to the skull, because the do not allow them to import opium from India, a country go daft for a positive trade balance, they were bequeathed to the pacification of this piece of land. Good enough to the skull been cut into, this was the Englishman always have been.
And so we created this metropolis as Fahnentraegerin of free trade and it is today. Everything is shopping, shopping, shopping. If you click on the "peak" hinauffaehrt, with an old mountain cable car, very touristy and overpriced, of course, is not one into the open field. No, you come to in a shopping center. With escalators, shops, entertainment, and must if you want the top enjoy the view once more pay extra. All with simply the Octopus card. Only through the detours will find their way out into the fresh air, where we can again spend money for bread and games. We had brought a picnic and we felt a bit strange here.
In New Zealand we have been warned not what we should not get anything before then, because in China we get is not secure. I think what you do in Hong Kong can buy, there is not. You just have to have the appropriate change. We
the city have partially migrated with a friend of Jeremy, who has for a week geurlaubt to meet us. (Yes, honestly!) And she lives in a "normal" hotel. We have since visited a rainy morning. Huge, luxurious, incredibly seductive breakfast buffet, but that would cost as much as we in a week spend for food. Thus our two boys tried auszuschauen sweet and hungry and have a free dusted Croissont. For as sweet as our boys were here at all before. Staedig fallen man on the street in Entzueckensschreie if the two want to stomp therefore, stroking Press and to attack their hair and, above all, a picture of them. The cuddly with which we knew already. But that is taking pictures with the new here in China. Everyone is asking so at least his cell phone camera and few people. Wherever we go or sitting, the children are photographed. The boys do not care part of rather - as long as people do not want to take pictures with them, but I feel it as an intrusion into our privacy. But something like privacy, is here understood somehow different. We have noticed again and again. You just go into the room to get the children to watch, this is quite normal. What the children stopped going on my nerves was the constant attack. Caspar took to them, even the friendly, to growl when they get close to him, Jeremy is a guy who has lifted as Caspar shouted down, I've never seen him. That was then already in China, Hong Kong, in our week. In China it was worse and we were there bored. Jeremy was on his trip to China 20 years ago, still staring at all the villages in silence. In this respect, much has changed. No one has looked at me funny. Only the Children were just one corner of the house too sweet. The blond hair and the eyes (at least that many have singled out) is too large.
Yes, where was I? In the big hotels. In such a ausgefuert us has a friend from Austria, who was zufaelligerweise the same time here on business. Another strange world for us. We in our torn, faded gray traveling clothes with our grubby children. We, the cheapest we return in the descending and nourish us at Stan-punching street. Uniformed employees hold the door, huge warehouses with gold and shine, incredible prices. It clashed. And we are nowhere near the bottom of the social scale. It is the Gegensaetzte me shake inside, the earthquake in the head trigger because there is something just not go together, not in the same head space has. At least not at the same time. Or I do not know how to make the all the others.

How To Remove Plegm In Newborn

Hong Kong retrospekt

I am terribly behind other regions in the reports. Our Hong Kong week is again two weeks back heavily overlaid by new Chinaeindruecken and the expectations of things to come. Double brain effort is the price of laziness.

We flew to Hong Kong over Night and had to stop by the intervention that we are not far apart from the cockpit. Because it does not help on long-haul, just early enough to be at the airport. The seating arrangement is made for days before. And if one has no common name and not posted on a joint ticket, they put up somewhere. But who'll get the Fensterplaetze? Surely only those who pull the curtain and go to sleep! Strange system. We sat in the middle of the aircraft and Jeremy has very, very much suffered. We arrived exhausted at, but that's to fix with a bit of sleep. The Wagerl has suffered more. At first glance it is not struck us, but it tweaks now often the children of the linkage left and right. We have tried a repair, but nothing was really satisfactory. One can almost rely on it, something that the airlines ruined by baggage handling. Our Fiji umbrella was to throw it away.

We had organized the first two nights for a coach and a very nice place serving host (a young successful designer watches for display) picked us up by car from the subway station and went home. It was a long way in the New Territories Terre on the motorway. Hong Kong consists not only of the actual island of Hong Kong but also about many other islands and a huge big piece of the peninsula. Although Hong Kong now has for 10 years, China heard it is still almost a different world. Other currency, other immigration control, passport and visa control the direction of China and just about a different culture. The Hong Kong Chinese feel independent as before. Our host lives but in a very modern building, huge high, huge clean and well guarded, riesigluxurioes but still a relatively small living space. Our room was the place in the dining hall = = = kitchen living room. There they have set for ourselves before the big-screen TV mattresses on the floor. Went out to grad for a double bed.
The young couple had a 3 year old son. This means toys. And someone to play with. But somehow it was quite a lot of squabbling. He was not sharing it used to, our fellows a bit overwrought.
lives addition to the bargain then a Dienstmaedchen of the Philippines in the apartment. She sleeps in the room of the boys, cooking and washing, takes care of lost children and is usually barely visible. Six days a week. Earlier, she worked in Singapore, seven days a week. Here in Hong Kong, it says it is better.
Sunday is so free and the spuehrt you on the streets. Suddenly they are full of Dienstmaedchen. For every man I see I begegenet women ninth It is found in communities from the Philippines and Indonesia. The mood is bubbly, they picnic on the sidewalk (on plastic film) and storm the park.
after two nights with our generous hosts, we have built a as possible cheap accommodation in Hong Kong looking for. In one of those old high pick Eaters, who were already there when Jeremy was 20 years ago as last. You drive up the lift, go with gray, lifeless gears, passing many gray inanimate doors, no name, no Tuermatte or sign of life. Yet hidden in the narrow corridors of shops and doctors and public institutions that provide access to only those in the know.
Probably the infrastructure for the less wealthy. Because what is offered below on the street is very expensive. Hong Kong is more expensive than Europe.
rahr space in Hong Kong and yet it was not so bad as announced in the guide books, that one by the bed just the suitcase upright into the room brings. We had at least three beds in the room next to it even a meter square. And there was also a box, but the opener, we could not, the third bed was on the road. But we could put on it things, and that's also what ever. In any case, no room in which one voluntarily does more than just to spend the night. So
spend our time in the Haeuserschluchten. And they are impressive. Hong Kong is a strange mixture of absolutely futuristic city where you all day do not have to take to the streets, up from a shopping mall in the other move underground and glass transitions, escalators up and down, with glass elevators to the upper floors to Dine and entertainers associated with U-Bahn, all affordable to the Octopus card, plastic money in the city. And on the other side now and then still the old, the Starfaehre, the dirt-cheap connects the island to the mainland, as Jeremy has already experienced 20 years ago, only now she drives a bit shorter. It was built to be a bit more land would subtract the surplus to more skyscrapers on it. Or the double-decker trams. Ancient cheaper than the subway, wonderfully nostalgic, just fits into the Wagerl not. The double-decker buses have so inspired Quentin for his first multi-syllabic word "Dablabas. When he saw the tram, he was completely off my feet and muttered only "Dablabas tuetuet" or "Tuetuet dablabas" very excited until he finally decided, the new means simply "Dablatuetuet" to name. "Tuetuet" is his term for trains, tracks, cars and generally all of the great family of rail-like. Following the terminology of the generated noise (sheep "maeh" cow "mmhh" duck "Gack" (well could in the case also of "duck" come, following the terminology of the resemblance to a German or English word, the after which is shorter)). Hong Kong
so yes it should not even exist. Was just a fishing village. But when the British decided, they need the Chinese are now cut to the skull, because the do not allow them to import opium from India, a country go daft for a positive trade balance, they were bequeathed to the pacification of this piece of land. Good enough to the skull been cut into, this was the Englishman always have been.
And so we created this metropolis as Fahnentraegerin of free trade and it is today. Everything is shopping, shopping, shopping. If you click on the "peak" hinauffaehrt, with an old mountain cable car, very touristy and overpriced, of course, is not one into the open field. No, you come to in a shopping center. With escalators, shops, entertainment, and must if you want the top enjoy the view once more pay extra. All with simply the Octopus card. Only through the detours will find their way out into the fresh air, where we can again spend money for bread and games. We had brought a picnic and we felt a bit strange here.
In New Zealand we have been warned not what we should not get anything before then, because in China we get is not secure. I think what you do in Hong Kong can buy, there is not. You just have to have the appropriate change. We
the city have partially migrated with a friend of Jeremy, who has for a week geurlaubt to meet us. (Yes, honestly!) And she lives in a "normal" hotel. We have since visited a rainy morning. Huge, luxurious, incredibly seductive breakfast buffet, but that would cost as much as we in a week spend for food. Thus our two boys tried auszuschauen sweet and hungry and have a free dusted Croissont. For as sweet as our boys were here at all before. Staedig fallen man on the street in Entzueckensschreie if the two want to stomp therefore, stroking Press and to attack their hair and, above all, a picture of them. The cuddly with which we knew already. But that is taking pictures with the new here in China. Everyone is asking so at least his cell phone camera and few people. Wherever we go or sitting, the children are photographed. The boys do not care part of rather - as long as people do not want to take pictures with them, but I feel it as an intrusion into our privacy. But something like privacy, is here understood somehow different. We have noticed again and again. You just go into the room to get the children to watch, this is quite normal. What the children stopped going on my nerves was the constant attack. Caspar took to them, even the friendly, to growl when they get close to him, Jeremy is a guy who has lifted as Caspar shouted down, I've never seen him. That was then already in China, Hong Kong, in our week. In China it was worse and we were there bored. Jeremy was on his trip to China 20 years ago, still staring at all the villages in silence. In this respect, much has changed. No one has looked at me funny. Only the Children were just one corner of the house too sweet. The blond hair and the eyes (at least that many have singled out) is too large.
Yes, where was I? In the big hotels. In such a ausgefuert us has a friend from Austria, who was zufaelligerweise the same time here on business. Another strange world for us. We in our torn, faded gray traveling clothes with our grubby children. We, the cheapest we return in the descending and nourish us at Stan-punching street. Uniformed employees hold the door, huge warehouses with gold and shine, incredible prices. It clashed. And we are nowhere near the bottom of the social scale. It is the Gegensaetzte me shake inside, the earthquake in the head trigger because there is something just not go together, not in the same head space has. At least not at the same time. Or I do not know how to make the all the others.

How To Remove Plegm In Newborn

Hong Kong retrospekt

I am terribly behind other regions in the reports. Our Hong Kong week is again two weeks back heavily overlaid by new Chinaeindruecken and the expectations of things to come. Double brain effort is the price of laziness.

We flew to Hong Kong over Night and had to stop by the intervention that we are not far apart from the cockpit. Because it does not help on long-haul, just early enough to be at the airport. The seating arrangement is made for days before. And if one has no common name and not posted on a joint ticket, they put up somewhere. But who'll get the Fensterplaetze? Surely only those who pull the curtain and go to sleep! Strange system. We sat in the middle of the aircraft and Jeremy has very, very much suffered. We arrived exhausted at, but that's to fix with a bit of sleep. The Wagerl has suffered more. At first glance it is not struck us, but it tweaks now often the children of the linkage left and right. We have tried a repair, but nothing was really satisfactory. One can almost rely on it, something that the airlines ruined by baggage handling. Our Fiji umbrella was to throw it away.

We had organized the first two nights for a coach and a very nice place serving host (a young successful designer watches for display) picked us up by car from the subway station and went home. It was a long way in the New Territories Terre on the motorway. Hong Kong consists not only of the actual island of Hong Kong but also about many other islands and a huge big piece of the peninsula. Although Hong Kong now has for 10 years, China heard it is still almost a different world. Other currency, other immigration control, passport and visa control the direction of China and just about a different culture. The Hong Kong Chinese feel independent as before. Our host lives but in a very modern building, huge high, huge clean and well guarded, riesigluxurioes but still a relatively small living space. Our room was the place in the dining hall = = = kitchen living room. There they have set for ourselves before the big-screen TV mattresses on the floor. Went out to grad for a double bed.
The young couple had a 3 year old son. This means toys. And someone to play with. But somehow it was quite a lot of squabbling. He was not sharing it used to, our fellows a bit overwrought.
lives addition to the bargain then a Dienstmaedchen of the Philippines in the apartment. She sleeps in the room of the boys, cooking and washing, takes care of lost children and is usually barely visible. Six days a week. Earlier, she worked in Singapore, seven days a week. Here in Hong Kong, it says it is better.
Sunday is so free and the spuehrt you on the streets. Suddenly they are full of Dienstmaedchen. For every man I see I begegenet women ninth It is found in communities from the Philippines and Indonesia. The mood is bubbly, they picnic on the sidewalk (on plastic film) and storm the park.
after two nights with our generous hosts, we have built a as possible cheap accommodation in Hong Kong looking for. In one of those old high pick Eaters, who were already there when Jeremy was 20 years ago as last. You drive up the lift, go with gray, lifeless gears, passing many gray inanimate doors, no name, no Tuermatte or sign of life. Yet hidden in the narrow corridors of shops and doctors and public institutions that provide access to only those in the know.
Probably the infrastructure for the less wealthy. Because what is offered below on the street is very expensive. Hong Kong is more expensive than Europe.
rahr space in Hong Kong and yet it was not so bad as announced in the guide books, that one by the bed just the suitcase upright into the room brings. We had at least three beds in the room next to it even a meter square. And there was also a box, but the opener, we could not, the third bed was on the road. But we could put on it things, and that's also what ever. In any case, no room in which one voluntarily does more than just to spend the night. So
spend our time in the Haeuserschluchten. And they are impressive. Hong Kong is a strange mixture of absolutely futuristic city where you all day do not have to take to the streets, up from a shopping mall in the other move underground and glass transitions, escalators up and down, with glass elevators to the upper floors to Dine and entertainers associated with U-Bahn, all affordable to the Octopus card, plastic money in the city. And on the other side now and then still the old, the Starfaehre, the dirt-cheap connects the island to the mainland, as Jeremy has already experienced 20 years ago, only now she drives a bit shorter. It was built to be a bit more land would subtract the surplus to more skyscrapers on it. Or the double-decker trams. Ancient cheaper than the subway, wonderfully nostalgic, just fits into the Wagerl not. The double-decker buses have so inspired Quentin for his first multi-syllabic word "Dablabas. When he saw the tram, he was completely off my feet and muttered only "Dablabas tuetuet" or "Tuetuet dablabas" very excited until he finally decided, the new means simply "Dablatuetuet" to name. "Tuetuet" is his term for trains, tracks, cars and generally all of the great family of rail-like. Following the terminology of the generated noise (sheep "maeh" cow "mmhh" duck "Gack" (well could in the case also of "duck" come, following the terminology of the resemblance to a German or English word, the after which is shorter)). Hong Kong
so yes it should not even exist. Was just a fishing village. But when the British decided, they need the Chinese are now cut to the skull, because the do not allow them to import opium from India, a country go daft for a positive trade balance, they were bequeathed to the pacification of this piece of land. Good enough to the skull been cut into, this was the Englishman always have been.
And so we created this metropolis as Fahnentraegerin of free trade and it is today. Everything is shopping, shopping, shopping. If you click on the "peak" hinauffaehrt, with an old mountain cable car, very touristy and overpriced, of course, is not one into the open field. No, you come to in a shopping center. With escalators, shops, entertainment, and must if you want the top enjoy the view once more pay extra. All with simply the Octopus card. Only through the detours will find their way out into the fresh air, where we can again spend money for bread and games. We had brought a picnic and we felt a bit strange here.
In New Zealand we have been warned not what we should not get anything before then, because in China we get is not secure. I think what you do in Hong Kong can buy, there is not. You just have to have the appropriate change. We
the city have partially migrated with a friend of Jeremy, who has for a week geurlaubt to meet us. (Yes, honestly!) And she lives in a "normal" hotel. We have since visited a rainy morning. Huge, luxurious, incredibly seductive breakfast buffet, but that would cost as much as we in a week spend for food. Thus our two boys tried auszuschauen sweet and hungry and have a free dusted Croissont. For as sweet as our boys were here at all before. Staedig fallen man on the street in Entzueckensschreie if the two want to stomp therefore, stroking Press and to attack their hair and, above all, a picture of them. The cuddly with which we knew already. But that is taking pictures with the new here in China. Everyone is asking so at least his cell phone camera and few people. Wherever we go or sitting, the children are photographed. The boys do not care part of rather - as long as people do not want to take pictures with them, but I feel it as an intrusion into our privacy. But something like privacy, is here understood somehow different. We have noticed again and again. You just go into the room to get the children to watch, this is quite normal. What the children stopped going on my nerves was the constant attack. Caspar took to them, even the friendly, to growl when they get close to him, Jeremy is a guy who has lifted as Caspar shouted down, I've never seen him. That was then already in China, Hong Kong, in our week. In China it was worse and we were there bored. Jeremy was on his trip to China 20 years ago, still staring at all the villages in silence. In this respect, much has changed. No one has looked at me funny. Only the Children were just one corner of the house too sweet. The blond hair and the eyes (at least that many have singled out) is too large.
Yes, where was I? In the big hotels. In such a ausgefuert us has a friend from Austria, who was zufaelligerweise the same time here on business. Another strange world for us. We in our torn, faded gray traveling clothes with our grubby children. We, the cheapest we return in the descending and nourish us at Stan-punching street. Uniformed employees hold the door, huge warehouses with gold and shine, incredible prices. It clashed. And we are nowhere near the bottom of the social scale. It is the Gegensaetzte me shake inside, the earthquake in the head trigger because there is something just not go together, not in the same head space has. At least not at the same time. Or I do not know how to make the all the others.