“Oh, this looks good!” I sigh, drooling in front of the food pictures displayed on the wall at the restaurant.
“Oh, this looks good!” I sigh, drooling in front of the food pictures displayed on the wall at the restaurant.
I’m standing behind the large bay window in the living room, overlooking Shenyang from the 27th floor.
Despite what a few Chinese people may think, I am not from Xinjiang, one of China’s western frontier provinces.
Article views: 170 On my short list of “Chinese things I won’t miss”, the Internet is at the top. Many websites are blocked, including Facebook, Twitter (this is why I missed some answers to the...
Article views: 349 Despite our Chinese life routine, we are still tourists. Well, at least I am. So under a bright blue sky (so rare in China!) and beautiful sun, we headed to Shenyang’s Imperial...
Feng was born and raised in Shenyang, Liaoning, an industrial city, close to North Korea. It's a culture shock after cosmopolitan Shanghai.
Chinese like to warn me, the stupid Westerner, about spicy food and toilets (and usually not in the same sentence).
I caught a cold in Changsha—well, we all did. It's just a cold, but I was coughing and I couldn't sleep, so I got up.
The glass floor was pretty impressive although not as vertigo-inducing as the CN Tower in Toronto—or maybe it’s just me getting braver, who knows.
The Bund was Shanghai’s Wall Street, the site the all the foreign banks and trading houses, where fortunes were made and lost.
Nanjing Lu (Nanjing Road) is Shanghai’s most famous street and its reputation extends well beyond the city.
We are rebels at heart. We managed to break free from “the family”, no small feat when said family is Chinese and as sticky as glutinous 年糕 rice.
Chinese people mastered eating take-out cup noodles while walking and they can apparently nap anywhere, anytime.
I can't help but admire China's resilience through the 19th and 20th centuries. I love Chinese modern and contemporary history.
On our last day in Changsha, Feng and I decided to try stinky tofu, a kind of fermented aged tofu that… well, stinks.
Google is blocked in China, but I guess the local automatic translation service is as bad as Google Translation!
I don’t usually give directions in Chinese, but I knew the way. Poor guy, stumbling upon the only Westerner in Wuhan!
Do you remember the first time you met your significant other’s family? Come on, I’m sure you do. Everybody does.