So the flight there was kind of boring. But when i reached there, that sudden change of culture... The "China" smell immediately flew pass as i step out that plane. The worse thing was, we have to take a bus to the terminal itself, which was quite annoying but didnt surprise me at all as i went to other states in China and given the same treatment. So yeah, humid it was. Summer, and very hot at night. So we went to the terminal, blue signs with Chinese all written, feels like in Taiwan, but well, i have to say, i felt really down-graded. The smell of China became stronger in the airport. Well, it sucked more lining up with this very obviously plastic big eyed OLD lady standing opposite you, noticed i emphasize OLD, yes, it was deep shit scary. Curly hair, kinda looks like someones mom with plastic eyes. She had an ugly ass daughter as well, maybe that explains the plastic surgery for the mom, maybe rewarding it to the daughter later. No matter, pass immigration quickly and rushed to the taxi stand, as i was hungry for some great Shen Zhen food that my dad kept on boasting about.
The taxi stand, there i experienced the true culture of China, spit, spit, spit, and then smoke, and again he blows the smoke to your face. Basically what i meant was this asshole, smoking and spitting behind my while i was busy waiting for the taxi, and i cannot take smoke, my dad pushed me behind him and protected me from it. At that time i thought that was it, no one would do that again. But damn when i went up that taxi, half of the journey was fine. I was listening to my dad talking to the cab driver, mixing of Mandarin and Cantonese. Then as soon as he reached the city, fuck he opened the door suddenly at the red light, and spits. I was like what the fuck... Speechless. Well, how i felt was, that he was fetching his overseas customers and he spits to show his courtesy. Dafuq was that? I was confused at the culture. Eventually i spitted a lot in ShenZhen too, but lemme continue with the cab ride. During the ride, i have also noticed the sign boards and roads, exactly like Taiwan, but the traffic was horrible. At night, there were less cars, i assume in the evening or afternoon can be worse. Buses on the slow lane going as if it was at the fast lane. Buses and trucks playing, cutting and speeding. And don't forget the spitting, they never failed to spit. The language spoken by the driver was fine.
Half and hour and we finally reached my dad's apartment. Welcomed warmly as i stepped off that car, in front of me a prostitute holding a drunk like man, i forgot he was either Chinese or Caucasian, walking pass me. Well, i did not take a good look as i was kinda "embarrassed" to look at them, dad was there so i better not show interest in this kind of shit. If i were with my bunch of ass friends, i think i will go on playing around. My dad lives in a quite a high class apartment according to him. Swimming pool, tennis court and lots more. According to my sister, who has been here before, said there were to be dogs roaming free around apartment garden, but i did not see any. Sad for me. Moving on, my dad's unit. He live kind of high up, 16 floors to be exact. The building was reddish. Then i entered the units, smooth wooden floors, dining room with the kitchen at the side. Big living room with a LED flat screen. I explore further, my dads room and then a guest room, plus a room where he stores his shit. Two toilets, one which is my dad's with a tub. And the other one was with a washing machine and dryer which was at the living room area. And that was where i take my shits and showers from. With air conditioning too.
Looking at me being so descriptive for the apartment and i am too lazy to continue, i shall go on with the journey. So after settling down for a while, we head out for food. The walk to Sea World, where all the good food is. Along the way, guess what, yes, spitters again. It's like everywhere you walk, you will be stepping on spit. They can spit everywhere. Then as we were walking, i once again, after a huge time spent on 9gag, i understood, the Ching Chong language. My God it was so damn noisy. Not to be rude, but it was irritating. I do not know what they were saying and they were talking so darn loud. It was literally, i guarantee, they went like Ching Chong Ling Long Ting Tong. I did not know shit of they were talking. I assume that my Chinese speaking was loud and clear, which was like the Taiwan chinese style. But this, oh my god, the noise was unbearable, i don't remember the time it was this noisy, i think it's worse than Ah Beng shouting suddenly and unnecessarily. Worse than the har gao siu mai feller in the pasar malam. It was that noisy. I feel you UCLA girl. Well, but that is their culture, although the noise, i somehow enjoy it. I'll take it as a good experience then.
Reached sea world and we headed for this Swedish restaurant. The friendly waitress greeted us warmly. Weird, but then my dad told me he comes here often and he knows the waitress well. So yeah, and my sister started giving him the face. But that doesn't matter as the food was so fucking awesome. I do not care about what my dad and sis ordered, too normal, but mine was epic. Double cheese burger. Sounded easy? No, it was big. Two very thick patties, lots of cheese, Swiss cheese, tomatoes, lettuce, pickles and many other little things in it. For supper a huge burger. The waitress warned me about it but i still went on with it anyways. So it came and i was happy instead of shocked. My appetite ran wild, and i started to take the first bite immediately. It cannot fit in my mouth, i squished it down and then tried again. It fit, took one big bite. Pulled it back, the cheese oozed out, pulled the cheese long long, the taste, intense beef flavor, the creaminess and milkiness of the cheese, the tang from the barbecue sauce, ketchup and pickles, the soft moist bun, the crunchiness of the lettuce. All in one bite, the chewing process was heavenly..all textures in one big bite... Orgasmic, the mouth jizzed with drool... I watched my sister stared at me with amazement... Wow, wait... it gets better, i washed it down... With a nice glass, of ice cold french beer.. It was awesome, the coldness contributes a lot, the beer was wheat beer, but with the fragrant taste of fruits.. The beer was kind of sweet as well, very smooth. Fruity beer! Maybe it was like the Lychee beer that Vivian talked about. But it was awesome, i cannot use other words but pure awesomeness. I was full, very full. so we walked off to McD for some ice cream. Taste the same. Nothing special. Moving on, we went back to the apartment for some shut eye, and that was Day 1. So I'll go along with day 2 when I'm free.
