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China, September 2005 Day 6 When you're climbin' up a ladder and you hear somethin' splatter..... Yep, we woke up early with upset tummies. It wasn't the worst ever, but bad tummy is never something anyone wants to deal with, especially in a foreign place, etc. etc. So we decided to take an early walk to clear our heads and hopefully find a remedy. After just a little bit, Poobie started to feel bad, so he went back to the hotel and I continued on to the grocery store. I picked up some drinking yogurt (with live beneficial fauna) and some saltine crackers. On my way back I also passed by a lady selling steamed buns, so I bought half a dozen of the veggie and sesame (3 for RMB 1) thinking that since they'd been steamed, they should be safe. When I got back to the hotel room, Poobie was just reemerging from the facilities. We opened up the yogurt and found it to be delicious and just what the doctor ordered. The buns were equally so. Today turned out to be a much needed rest day as we were both pooped from the heat and the activities of the days before. We walked around our area a little bit to get exercise and finally came upon a vendor selling Magnum bars. Poobie was feeling better and settled on a chocolate/dark chocolate bar and we went back to rest some more. That night, my father invited Professor He and his family for dinner. They came bearing gifts, and a few ancient scrolls that my mother had entrusted to them thirteen years before. They were glad to be rid of them because the responsibility was weighing heavily. They had a daughter, Ye Er, with them and she spoke excellent English. We went to dinner in a restaurant a few doors down, constructed to look like an outdoor courtyard (complete with giant tree) surrounded by food vendors and a stage. You could order food from a menu and also walk around to the vendors and order what you saw there. Much to our relief, Uncle Paul and his mahjong cronies were no where to be found. After dinner we said our goodbyes and went across the street to get our hair washed again. A man was being carried across the parking lot, drunk out of his tree and occasionally bending over and giving the techni-color yawn. To avoid the unpleasant sight, I wove between the cars and emerged only to be brought up short by the man, still being carried by his friends, projectile vomiting in my path. Narrowly avoiding a splattering, we braved the busy street to the beauty parlor. That night Poobie came up with "Hair goggles".
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