What Karen and Shalg are gonna miss.

C-union. A bar with a secret panda in the garden is sure to be missed. If you have the chance: to be found at Shuiyin lu, Guangzhou chengshi hui.

Xue mei nian(or something). The strangest and most wonderful dessert ever. Just ask Karens mum. We have been travelling half across town to buy them, and just recently found them at a restaurant across the street..

The best view ever. To see a thunderstorm over an open area from the 15th floor is unforgettable. Not to mention the new-year fireworks.

Mangosteen, Lychee, Star-fruit, Dragon-fruit and a bunch of other fruits we will never know the name of and possibly never eat again..

Chinese people at the beach. The women are fully dressed and will at the most wade in the water and splash some drops on each other, but are the most comfortable under their umbrellas. The men are like calves coming out in the spring. Or young boys after school. They run around in their speedos and have the most fun burying eachother in the sand.

Yangshuo. Too many tourists and people trying to make money out of tourists, but still. The fresh air, the traditional houses, the cheap Northface jackets, the tiny reggae-bar Kaya with the Belgian manager that was arrested in Norway and so much more makes this our favourite city in China

Two yuan bus fare. One yuan if you can do without air-con. (1,5-0,8 NOK)
In Norway it would be something like 30 yuan..

Taking taxi all over town and never worry about the cost. Oh, that is gonna stay in our memory.

All the grandparents introducing us to their infant grandchildren. Yes, it is annoying, but still it makes us happy. Even more so when the kids start to cry because we look so strange.

December in GZ. Strawberrys and temperatures like a Norwegian summer.

Hot Pot and the incredible Sichuan-style spicy fried shrimps. They are so crunchy you even eat the skin.


We will not miss:
The ancient train driving infront of our building at one in the night. It sounds like it is a hundred years old. And it is slow too, it takes forever to go past us.

The smell of one street-snack. Smells like cow-dung. For real. Karen smelled it at home today, but it was just her eggs that had been cooking for about an hour.

Sitting in the taxi. When you happen to meet a taxidriver that drives comfortably, it makes such an impression that you always feel like telling them how good drivers they are. We sometimes do it to.

Mobilecameras. And the click when we go by. Anybody staring at us, especially while they are eating. Or picking their nose.

The heat. The heat. The heat. I am sweating just writing this.