Visiting Tangqi for Mid-Autumn Festival
You know what they say about summer in Scandinavia: it's the best day if the year!
Living out my dreams of social media stardom in Thailand.
I always saw pictures of Westerners in Thailand at temples with their hands folded--what to me seemed like a hokey pose that didn't seem particularly respectful. That is, until I found myself there getting suckered into the very same things.
Some love letters as novelty wears off and culture shock sets in. (Inspired by that very good Netflix movie that you should definitely watch.)
Why is it called the "Mid-Autum" festival if it's at the beginning of autumn? Who knows.
Unlike Poland, where you can easily install your Polish SIM card on a drug dealer cell phone and get on with your life just fine, in China you're gonna want a top-of-the-line smart phone with a long battery life because if there's one thing you need to adjust to life in China, it's your phone.
I didn't really know what to expect coming into China. People will tell you so many different contradictory things--half of them vague observations, half of them lazy racist stereotypes. I've been here for almost a month now, and I'm still not quite sure what to make of it.
Nothing makes you realize the weird quirks of your own culture quite like a country where you all speak the same language, yet somehow don't.
We have only a little time to please the living, but all eternity to love the dead.