Hi Everybody,
Due to the fact that I haven't had much net access lately I havent been updating.
So Im in Qindao right now. Its a city by the sea east of Beijing. Land of the famouse Qing Dao Beer, German architechture, and of course host of the 2008 olypmic water sports.
its been overcast for the past week and at last the sun came out, so I got some sun and checked out the beach.
Quick story - I walked into a restaurant last night. Being so close to the ocean, the seafood is really fresh.
So just as a step through the door this girl points the floor and gasps. I look over and there is an octopus slowly making its way across the floor. As far as edible octopi (or however you spell the plural form of octopus) this guy was quite big. Looked like he weighed a pound or so.
So hes slithering around and we just keep on going. I look over my shoulder 30 seconds later and hes still going. Waiters and people are walking by and no one seems to care.
Maybe he got away, maybe he became someones dinner. But the point of the story is that in China "fresh" means still alive. If it aint moving at the time you order it, it aint fresh.
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