They know better than to mess with Satan!

Where was that? I lived in Guangzhou for 6 years and a half and never knew about that place...

Its a great great book! and so funny... one of my favs from him (and also has inspired me for a few hikes)

I would have inputted “Santa” and call it a day.

I lived in DC for a year almost 10 years ago and there was a McD close to Metro Center station that we KNEW it was Homeless central... for most of the time it was ok and we would usually ask for the meal to be “take away” and no one would bother us (we were poor interns anyways) but it was cool for McD to let them…

H&M has also some sort of cool vintage shirts that are soft and comfty!

and a Doctor!

You say that as if it is a bad thing!

I visited Denmark for some months and I was the barbarian that ate her hamburger with her bare hands. BARBARIAN I SAY!.

I used the super zoom of my camera but... scary. Even beyond a cyclonic fence and an extra wall... (and the bison behind it!). Texas is fearless...

And coca cola!

But there are Water buffalo’s (which are crazy intimidating the first time you see the horns emerge from a river and the animal is just staring at you).

I am going through the same— I have this HUGE smirk in my face and tears coming out of my eyes but I cannot laugh (it’s the middle of the workday here in China so... I will expose myself as the cat-lady videos watcher)

Our beginners trick was to drink more than the cigar consuming part (or choose a small cigar such as Short Churchill)... once I had this intern visiting that swore he didn’t get any hangover after drinking half a bottle of one of the legendary bottles my boss used to have... I barely managed to drag myself out of bed.

Yeah, me too! But I was a little bit older, maybe about 24-25... I was “perverted” by my very cool boss who got me a taste of the wonderful world of Single Malts, Caribbean rums and cigars... and then complained when I wasn’t easily impressed (it was all his fault I say :) )

I remember once with my parents we were negotiating which kind of pie to buy at a Safeway, in one of the border towns in Texas. And this anecdote is brought to you by language differences (having a lot of Mexicans doing their shopping here): Next to us came a lady and she seemed distraught sorting through the pie…

I am also one of “those girls” with a cigar in one hand and a single malt in the other...

Well... If he was such a close minded guy it meant that in Hong Kong he didn’t even got out of the hotel to eat or something... the city has a gazillion of food options, and you are right, Chinese/Cantonese is the norm, but he for sure had the chance to avoid eating local food.

Can I volunteer a very personal anecdote about miss-pronunciation?

Oh my G... I am reading your comment in the middle of my very silent office and I felt self coconscious LOLling... shame on your 15 year old self and not being able to manage the gasoline price increase :)