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Saturday, December 20, 2008
Glad To Be Back!


YAY! I'm back! First thing I want to say: 'Singapore Is The Best!!!'. Seriously, nothing can be compared to our homeland, or maybe just Harbin/the whole of China. Their culture and manners is of such difference, I have to be on my toes when walking down the streets. One reason is because of the much higher crime rate and the other, is to avoid all the FROZEN SPITS on the ground. There wasn't really much of 'walking' when my brother and I were practically waltzing down the street to avoid the COUNTLESS obstacles. That is one of the main put-offs I shall mention, the rest is just too... disgusting for me to even type out.
Going northwards from Dalian, has increased the amount of clothings on everyone down the trip. At my thickest moment, I had 5 layers of tops and 3 layers of bottoms. With a black jacket and a white beanie hat, I really resemble the penguin. I swear I couldn't feel my nose, cheeks and ears most of the times I am chilling outside. The lowest temperature I have survived was -25 degrees Celsius, in Harbin at night. Yet there wasn't snow, just ice, ice and more frozen spits.

Harbin was greatly influenced by the Russian culture so much so that the only local specialty available in souvenirs shop is this sausage that resembles human faeces GREATLY. The weird thing is, the locals find it a delight and not being put off by the image. Singaporeans(us) avoid the sausage area all the time. Just imagine the same thing in the toilet bowl, also steaming, also with smell and the colour and the SHAPE(curved somemore). Do you have any appetite? Hence there wasn't any local souvenirs to buy except for sweets and foodstuff. Russian dolls, mirrors, swords, magnifying glass, chocolates, liquor and knives were just too weird and exorbitant.

I don't think I will put up a whole list of pictures stating where I went and what I eat but there will be a picture with future posts from now on and maybe there will be a small description accompanied. And yini, I didn't eat dog meat, but the bus passed by countless dog meat shops. I even saw a sign that goes 宰杀狗厂. Haha. Dog Killing Factory!!!

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