MONDAY MARCH 8, 2010

Had room service again while I twisted Steve’s arm so we’d go to Chinatown. It was awesome, like the Disneyworld of Chinatowns. Ana Rasco would never leave here. There was even a Chinese dollar store—everything 2 yan! We’re going back now to have lunch, the famous dumplings everyone talks about, then on to the airport and back to the other hemisphere.

On the way took a picture of a Chinese construction worker. They work here 24/7 and in three days we have seen stores sprout up, and sidewalks changed. It’s amazing. Anyway, the guy was multitasking: laying cement, smoking, and talking on his cell. He caught us taking the picture and he smiled.

One thing I sadly did not find here in China was the Cuban monument to EL CHINO QUE SE CAYO EN UN POZO. Poor guy fell into a well and his tripas se hicieron agua Thus the song: Arre, pote-pote-pote; arre, pote-pote-pan.