Every textbook to teach adults Mandarin has the basics for sicknesses — the primary ailment taught, for whatever reason, being “la duzi,” or, um, loose bowels.
Alexandra Sieh writes The China Monologues, which prints in the Colorado Daily every other Tuesday.
Bobbing and weaving through the crowds, we were off to our second of two light shows. The first had been, well … “incredible” just didn’t seem to do it justice.
Dressed in what I can only describe as “weary traveler chic,” I was shocked to have been allowed inside.
And while I feel better now, this latest bout of illness made me realize how hard it can be to be sick abroad.
After five minutes of trying to explain his idea, Manfriend threw up the white flag.
When I watch films, it’s hard for me to not also keep an eye on those I’m watching with. When I react, I like to see how they’re feeling, too....
Once we had left the city streets, the quiet stretches of road out to the villages felt soothingly familiar.
While we had only finished our trek up Mount Emei the day before, our aching feet needed to suck it up. Even if it meant daydreaming about the snooze button...
I looked over at Manfriend. There was no way he had understood all of that.
As our speedboat rounded the final corner toward Bingling Temple outside Tianshui in east central China, great rocks appeared over us. Against the muddy-colored water, the formations looked haggard, almost...