Drunken Chinese Dudes


I stepped into the elevator and realized that I was really tired. It had been a long travel day: a three-hour bus journey, four hours in Lanzhou and then a six-hour train journey from Lanzhou to Zhangye. My eyes closed in a mini-power-nap.

The elevator stopped at the third floor and two short, squat, middle-aged men got in – Chinese of course. They brought with them their beery breaths and grinning faces from a few hours at the hotel’s karaoke bar. The one guy standing closest started chatting to me. I shrugged in a “Sorry, I don’t speak Chinese” (with a side of “and I’m tired buddy, so leave me alone”) guesture. He kept on chatting anyway, making his buddy laugh. Whatever, Dude.

I was in a t-shirt. I crossed my arms and unconsiously rubbed them for warmth. Chatty Dude swayed a little as his arm reached out. I was only half paying attention and then he pinched me on the arm! I think he was trying to see if my freckles were real! I swatted him away as the elevator doors opened for ground floor, shaking my head and laughing. I strode past Dude and his buddy still laughing. Alcohol. It makes people the world over do silly things.


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". . .life is short and the world is wide" - Simon Raven I'm not sure I've ever consciously planned a trip based on this sentiment, but it definitely influences my subconscious! I've been traveling as frequently and widely as possible since I finished school. And I love it. I love the research, the planning, the fervent packing and the curiosity of exploring somewhere I've never been before. My husband & I are both Irish - as in born-in-Ireland. But we live in Seattle. We have two boys: wild, boisterous, regular boys. So, since becoming a Mom, I've been a WanderMom. Given our slightly-unusual family situation, routine "visits-to-Grandma" are international trips requiring passports, 10hr-flights and (oh joy!) airport transfers. I have rants, raves and opinions about how, where & why to travel with kids (start them as young as you can, I say!). I hope to learn even more by researching topics which other wandermoms may be interested in reading about on this blog. Passports, pacifiers, diapers and gameboys at the ready - off we go! Contact Info: Email Michelle: michelle (at) murphnduff (dot) org

One thought on “Drunken Chinese Dudes

  1. pam

    Yes! I can so relate to being in this mental state and having people insist that actually, nope, I’m right there with them. Heh.

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