Before I post any more videos on the main page, I have a question; does anyone else get a short shound clip from the most recent video after the main page has loaded? Having to hear my own voice every time I come here is irritating as shite! At any rate, step inside to see the two videos.
One of the most remarkable days in terms of discovering ancient remains happened back in January about 30k west of Guozhou in Gansu province. From a distance The Ig and I could see what looked to be a fort, but in order to see it up close, we’d have to walk about 7-10k out of our way.
Although I’d been ill the previous four days and wasn’t really up to the extra walking, I agreed to check it out. Cutting across fields, through patches of scrub and wading through silt that at times was ankle deep, we finally got close enough to see that this was definitely going to be something special.
It’s been a long time since I’ve Triple Dog Dared anyone, and so today I have a challenge for ya’ll; where were The Ig and I one year ago today, and what were we celebrating?
Speaking of dares, here’s a photo of The Ig eating the brain out of a duck head after I’d bet him fifty kwai to do it. And what does duck brain taste like, you ask? According to The Ig, it tastes like pate.
We’d found roasted duck not too long after our fruitless search on Thanksgiving, and I shot a short video of our meal.
Most bars, pubs and clubs keep records of any off-kilter goings-on in some kind of a log book, and my place of employment is no exception.
Last night while at work the Pee Guy–who’d already been banned for more reasons other than his moniker suggests–pimp-rolled through the door. He was reminded of his pub status and was asked to leave. A short argument ensued, but he left peacefully.
At any rate, I had to log it in the Incident Book, and lemme tells ya; there’s some funny schtuff in there. Okay, so maybe it’s more of the not-so-funny-when-it-happened ilk, but isn’t some of that the best kind?
I mean, I think it’s high time we laughed at someone else’s misfortune here for a minute…
There was a time while in China when I thought the only kinda rockets the Chinese shot were made of snot and merely crashed and slimed to restaraunt floors.
That was before Spring Festival, or as we know it in the West, Chinese New Year.
When The Ig and I finished our trek out at Tiger Mountain last March, we were excited to get back to Beijing; on a previous stay in the city we’d discovered Durty Nellie’s, an Irish pub where we enjoyed Shepherd’s pie, Irish stew and splurged on their pricey imported beverages.
Once back in Beijing, we dumped our bags at Base Camp and headed straight for Durty Nellie’s. A few hours down the road found us getting a bit saucy with Nellie.
(Rob and Marsh; photos show Ig posing with a seated statue of “Nellie”. In the first photo Ig’s hand is on her knee, and in the second he’s grabbing her, uhm, boob.)
This video was taken back in…erhm, I dunno, somewhere chilly, as I’m wearing a coat.
I remember the first dish I showed being absolutely inedible,
With all the time I spent away from the internet and this blog, I returned to find that a few people had questions about my absence. No, I didn’t go mad and shut out the human race. No, I did not pack it all in and take off on another crazy adventure.
In between calling AT&T to harrass them about my non-existent internet connection, I’ve been working at TC’s Speakeasy and slowly settling in at my third-floor apartment with my new roommate Kristy (some of you may remember Kristy; she’s the friend that Ig and I went down to meet in New Zealand). We’re still not all unpacked, and we don’t have any wall-hangings up yet, but we’re getting there.
A few months ago I was contacted by a producer from Michigan Television about doing an interview about that little walk The Ig and I went on. My first reaction was to shit myself and say nuh-uh, no way. Everyone else, however, thought we should do it, and so today was the day.
Apparently corporate America was aware of how much I’ve been missing China; in an attempt to quell my longing, AT&T provided nearly three weeks of bureaucracy before finally hooking up the phone and internet at my new apartment. AT&T’s red tape outdid China’s, as more than one person commented that I was more accessable in the flippin’ Gobi desert than here in Ypsilanti.
At any rate, my apologies for the long absence, and as promised, I’ll be posting all the schtuff from the trek that I wasn’t able to get up while in China.
The video below was one I couldn’t load in China, and although I’m not exactly sure what’s in it, I do know it’s from Simatai.