The Train, Mimis, and Massages

My brain is fried and I am so exhausted. This afternoon while grocery shopping I accidentally put two jars of jam in my purse instead of my basket (realized my mistake a split second later, though only after noticing a fellow shopper glare at me). Later, at Starbucks, I tore open my packet of Equal and proceeded to pour its contents into the rubbish. I'm sure it's also pretty blatantly obvious from my redundancy and horrible grammar in my earlier post that this guy needs to sleep. But there's still so much to tell, so I figure photojournalism is the way to go.

This was our train cabin...yes, those are beds. Really hard "beds" that came with sheets. I was thoroughly grossed out. Who the hell knows whether or not those sheets had been washed???
We had a photo shoot in the smelly, disgusting train toilet. We were also completely sober. I don't have an answer, so don't ask:


Once back in Hangzhou (another 5.30am arrival) and after a much-needed nap, lunch at the Hyatt, and Starbucks, we treated ourselves to massages. All of us, in one room. They gave us jammies.

It was our little mimi:
Pardon the Geisha hair. Sunday was a great escape from China.
Doesn't polyester look great on me?