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A spider up close. I’m not that fond of spiders. Especially not when they grow big enough to spot hair on their legs. The local temple was riddled with webs from spiders like this one. The body was like a big thumb nail. Bigger spiders than I’ve ever seen in Denmark.

Eating Beijing Duck with a few extra dishes. Noteworthy is the sea cucumber (dark dish to the right) that didn’t taste like much but the spice. Felt like jelly in the mouth. Ate it twice when I was in China this year. Not sure I’ll ever eat it again. The duck was delicious though.

Random street soon to be torn down. In the street you’ll notice a woman cooking up some grub on a fire.

View from the ferry carrying Cs family and I over the river on our way to honour the dead with fake money and bonfires. I was allowed to come as representative for C, as she was too pregnant for the long trip.

Besides standing around looking befuddled, I couldn’t do much, but find some pretty wild flowers for C’s mothers grave.

This is how happy you look, when you are allowed to take a picture of the hairy laowai visiting your massage shop. 25 Yuan for 1 hour of body massage. Worth every last jiao. Nice to know the employees get something out of it too besides a healthy sweat and arthritis.

Crane placed on artificial island in the middle of the river

Stealthy shot picture from the dentist. This particular clinic is basically just one big room with 4 dentist chairs with people getting yanked out teeth or whatever they need. Meanwhile costumers are waiting for their turn on chairs along the wall.

Curious laowai starer caught by the lens

Street fight

Not quite sure what you must have done to deserve the beating this woman got (in the green shirt). The girl in black tired to protect her, only to be pushed away by the attacker (the guy in white shirt, being held back by what must have been his friend). Not very manly to punch a girl with her shoes or kick her while on the ground as he did. He didn’t hold back at all, and the girl did nothing but protect herself and shout at the attacker.

And no, I didn’t interact, which seemed clever in the situation, and still do in hindsight. I couldn’t meddle if I wanted to with no Chinese skills, and I’m pretty sure the guy would have lost it/face even more if a laowai tried to stop him. The girl got away, which is what is shown on the picture. The whole thing lasted 10 secs and I only got a picture because I was holding my phone in my hand. Continue Reading »


Random picture from the great wall at Badaling. Badaling sucked just as much as I thought (I felt all Karl Pilkingtonesque). For some reason, the wall never fascinated me, and if I had to go it surely wouldnt be Badaling with the annoying ammount of people). C insisted and my brother wanted to go as well. So I caved in the end. I could have strangled C when she said: “I really don’t want to go either” just 2 days before we left for China. Everything was planned with my brother and C’s cusin.

A pretty young girl watching my not-chinese-looking kid intensely, while trying to hold herself back from coming closer. After I shot this picture, she surprisingly took it as a good sign to step down and giggle while holding Marks hand.

A nosey laowai starer scared off by me flashing my camera. I never thought I’d see those hats in China. Too kitch to be true, or maybe I just roam the wrong parts of China.

A view over one of the older parts of Yilan. Bound to be torn down to make room for new buildings. Its not really a question if you want to sell when the government wants to buy.

As mentioned in the post before, we moved to a new house recently. Our old one was a tiny row-house with little room and possibly even smaller garden. We really needed more space with one kid and another one on its way.

We moved in about 14 days ago and we’re both pretty happy with the house. Its has everything we dreamed of: A good garden, a bigger living room, better kitchen, extra rooms and so on.

What I like, is the big garage. I’m not sure how it works in other parts of the world, but here a garage is used your car, your tools/garden equipment and storing whatever stuff, that can handle temperature drops. Its sort of an unofficial “man’s domain” here in Denmark if you will.

C on the other hand, considers the garage part of the house, as she would other rooms for living. Not that she want to live there, but she’d like it to be presentable with well-looking interior and only used for the car. Not sure it’s a Denmark vs. China thing, but I suspect so.

She has a semi-valid point though. Our house differs from most, since the original main entrance is gone (made part of a bigger bathroom). So we basically just have one way in; through the garage. This means guests have to put up with how it looks. C doesn’t like that and wants a new room added inside the garage, so no one can see our “sorted mess” on their way in. Continue Reading »

Moved to a house recently. With garage, lawn and all.

This evening C asked me where I put our 2nd vacuumcleaner she left in the garage. “I stored it under the work table in the garage – I thought it was a spare now?”, I replied. “No – Its for vacuuming the garage”, she replied.

I really need to engage the battle for garage usage and cleaning soon. And – Yes – it has a concrete floor.

Stupid me

I head a beeping noise and thought to myself that a truck must be backing up. Then I started laughing as I remembered that I was in China.

Here in Denmark a slight sense of panic is witnessed in the media.

It turns out that some vegetables (especially cucumbers) from Northern Germany and Spain have been infected with a dangerous coli bacteria. Nothing to be taken lightly as it already killed 10+ people in Germany and made plenty of Danes very ill.

The question the media haven’t asked is how the bacteria ended on the vegetables in the first place?

Watch out people, we have a cucumber-cuddler out there!

Silenced by myself

What do you write, when you have loads on your mind, but it’s too personal?

The answer is: nothing.

You may have figured that already if you looked for new entries here lately.

It’s not like I’m dying or anything, but somehow dice of life just rolled an extravaganza of challenges the last 1½ years that really can’t be shared. Murphy’s law really kicked in recently. Every time I spot a light at the end of the tunnel, something new pops up.

At first you get pissed and moan “why me?”, and the gradually you start laughing about the whole irony of things. Then later you hit the stage were I am at the moment. That’s where you laugh about it, but start wondering why it doesn’t end, now that you’ve accepted the absurdity of it all.

But.in the end: C is fine, I’m fine, Mark’s fine and generally all signs point to brighter days in the future so we’ll be all right. Hopefully I’ll catch a break soon, so I get energy and time to blog again. Would be good if more normal life stuff happened to me too.

More blogging when done…

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