A day with Achi

The next day was a bit of a non-event. Me and the roommate, Achi, decided to go to the nearby supermarket in search of towels and water and breakfast. We only got as far as the lobby however, when we realised that the hotel had its own general store hidden in the back, as well as a salon and a gym. We got everything we needed, as well as somethings we didn't (did you know they have oreos here? And Paddlepops? Weird). I was complaing about the breakfast choices- dumplings or saladas- when Achi showed me this breakfast cereal she brought from Indonesia that comes in a sachet, like a cup-a-soup. It was, surprisingly, really yummy, and reminded me of the powdered milk Granny used to make when I was small. Achi and I chatted over our cups, about why we chose Chinese and the CIP program (Me: I wanted to study something different, Her: she needed an extra subject to finish her business degree, and this was easier than doing a whole year of one subject). She told me of her boyfriend of five years who her parents were pressuring her to marry, and of language in Indonesia (apparently for common phrases they just use English all the time, like "thankyou" and "sorry").

 

After a bit I wandered down to Luxun Park, where I got a pork bun and read under a tree. Not thrilling stuff, but comforting. When I came back I talked to Tim, Mum and Tom on Skype, which was fun, and we sorted out the system- I would write the blog and send it to Tim, who would email me back the comments. Mum promised to log into my facebook and tell everyone to email me and read the blog (thanks you guys!). I wrote an email to dad assuring him of my continued existence and had an early night.

 

All in all, just a normal day, which is probably a good idea considering tomorrow is the day I start class and the craziness begins..