So it’s 6am and I’m up. My internal clock is still not used to the time difference and I have just managed to steal somebody’s wifi because my hotel has “No no no, no wifi”. 20 minutes after landing I find myself inside of a bank, signing endless amounts of paperwork after which my Chinese companion tells me, “Now, you have bank account”.
After having spent 15 hours on airplanes yesterday, I thought to myself, “What could be worse than that?” THE CHINESE LANGUAGE. I will never again say anything about how tricky Spanish can be. It’s going to be a long year in China, that’s for sure, but I’m quite excited.
Goals for the day:
1. Find a gym
2. Learn to count to 10
Yep, 2 just of them. I’m sure they’ll be challenging enough.