CHINA – Changsha
The government officials take us out to this ridiculously nice lunch.
It’s a tiny walk up window on Wenyun St with one man working behind the counter. I realize we’re not in a touristy area of China now because unlike all the cities before, the menu board offers no English subtext or pictures. Just indiscernible Chinese characters. I take a shot in the dark and point to an item on the menu. I aim poorly. Very poorly. I’ve ordered a drink containing everything but the kitchen sink. The man fills the milk tea with peanuts, beans, seaweed jelly, and some items I don’t even recognize. I stare at it, not knowing even how to drink it. Do I grab the wide-mouthed straw like usual? Or should I pick up some chopsticks? Each sip is unique, that’s for sure.
We treat the students to dinner at this restaurant where a pet bunny hops freely underneath the tables.