We visited the National Science and Technology Museum in the morning, and it was pretty cool. It was also littered with little kids that I had to compete with for the first-person shooter game exhibit. Once again, the air conditioning was one of the highlights of the place, but it was up against stiff competition in the Rube Goldberg exhibit, the wall that made letters and shapes, and the waterworks that squirted heart shaped sprays of water and Chinese characters.
Having missed breakfast, I was also sorely tempted to buy one of those expensive-as-America drinks and sandwiches with like, one slice of spam in them. Thank the lucky heavens that I didn’t. After experiencing four floors of coolness that made me embarrassed each time I realized I was just as excited about something as the 6-year old next to me, we found the best sweet potatoes ever. Win.
At night, I was supposed to go to Wang Fu Jing again with a friend to meet up with some other friends and eat desert. But then the friend I was supposed to go with bailed on me. As I was deciding whether or not to go alone, I bumped into someone else from EAP. He gave me a very serious speech about the merits of exploring things by oneself and threw in phrases like “culture shock” and “different perspective” until I was totally rolling with his vibes and decided to go.
It was worth it. On the subway, I saw a little kid sitting in his mom’s laps playing with his cousin, who was sitting in his aunt’s laps in the seat to his mom’s left. That sentence was as complex as Inception’s dream within a dream within a dream within a dream. His uncle, who was standing up, teased him and asked “Will you miss your uncle and cousin [insert name here] when we go back to Nanjing?” And he yelled, “YES. Don’t go!…Wait, but if you go I can visit cousin [insert name here] and play with him there!” Cutest. Thing. Ever.
Wang Fu Jing itself was great, as usual. I swear I’ll go deaf if I spent more than two hours there with all the vendors yelling in my ear, though. People say I’m loud, but these people scream for a living. The red bean soup was great, and the jelly was very underwhelming. The people selling those should keep their mouths shut if a food critic ever comes their way.