Reading the blog

I'm not quite sure why, but China have decided to remove Blogger from their list of banned sites, which means that I can now get on and read all of the crap I've written in the year since I arrived in China. What a walk down memory lane, and suddenly I understand why everybody started (but finally stopped) emailing me and saying I was sounding like a depressed old bastard.

I think it's important to set the story straight here - I'm not depressed.

I am, however, getting older and older by the day, and certainly you wouldn't be the first to call me a bastard.

For those that don't know, I have signed on here for another year, which means at least one more year in Huizhou; but more prophetically, probably means a lot more years in China. I do like this place. A lot. And so, providing that the Chinese Government decides to agree that I am in fact a native English speaker, and I am also not a drug dealer (because that's what all of us Africans are), then I'm quite possibly going to stay here till I go slitty eyed.

On more... newsy news, I have just come back from a week spent in Kunming. Look up Kunming on any website, and it will tell you what a beautiful and amazing city it is, with many attractions for tourists and a vibrant and beautiful scenery. Bollocks. Kunming itself is as boring as curtains.

There is, however, a lot to do near Kunming, and Kunming makes a good base to go explore the absolutely beautiful Hunan countryside. Me, however, decided to spend my holiday huddled over my laptop preparing for next year, and so didn't actually see any of that. Still, I did get to eat a lot of Hunan food, which is incredible, so there's always a silver lining. Oh, and I am well excited about next year - I think we're in for exciting times at the school.

Not a lot else to talk about now, other than that it continues to be bloody hot here. I am way too hairy for this climate.

OOOOHHHH!!! And how could I forget! The bloody bok beauties! What legends those boys are! Except I was in Kunming when it happened, so I had nobody to celebrate with. I eventually drank myself off a chair in a small western restaurant/bar, while texting my poor New Zealand mate (on his birthday - ag shame) all kinds of abuse.

But enough, lest I use up all years worth of letters in one post.

Kisses.