Revenge farts

now at father's friend's hotel called the Garden Hotel. Currently in Tong Li, the "Venice of the East".  Total travel time was around  25 hours from the time I left home.  Who knew sitting on your ass all day would be so exhausting.  The entire plane ride, i kept smelling something rancid.  In my claustrophobic state, I concluded that my dad next to me was farting on me.  I'm also a bit passive aggressive, so instead of confronting him, the best course of action was fart retaliation.  I expelled whenever he shifted his seating position towards me to alternate comfort zones. It was great, but then i realized it was actually his breath.  so the entire ride, while he was trying to talk to me, i turned away in disgust. He definitely thinks i don't want to talk or something, i mean....he's right, but for the wrong reason.

Also, dad's friends are so fucking loud. i'm kinda wishing there was someone who speaks english here. heck, even engrish would suffice.


slight update-
went to a nearby bar to do some coding learning, but the owner dude started asking me questions.  it was kinda cool at first, i was able to put what little chinese i knew to the test, and it was fun figuring out what he was saying.  they guy had some american pop culture idols up on posters on his wall (bob dylan, beatles, rolling stones, michael jackson - "king of po") and a makeshift basketball and football jersey.  then we talked about censorship in china, hate on deng xiao ping, ai wei wei, chinese institutionalized brainwashing, and had to google translate most of the conversation.  I got a bit wary when google translate typed out things like "i have no freedom" or "police are all part of an underground gang".  Then he asked if I wanted to work at his bar for a month, free room and board, and I would teach him english while he teaches me chinese...If only it had been an attractive chinese girl, I wouldn't mind playing the naiive little american boy, mehehehe.