Frozen Prisco sour, lomo saltado, and ceviche. Overall, the food was ok, but what really stood out to me were the prices. Lomo saltado, a staple of Peruvian food, was more than $20 in China when it would be no more than $3 in Peru. Would I go here again? Probably not. Hard to justify the prices and quality of the food compared to the real thing during my time in Arequipa. Had good interior design and good salsa music - although I wish it had more of a grittier style restaurant feel instead of trying to be “high-class” Peruvian food.
Despite not taking any pictures of food, there really was a food festival. Everything outside just seemed better to take pictures of.
Found these on WeChat and thought they were super well done.
Unsurprisingly, there were a ton of famous Chinese figures that I didn’t recognize. There was also a wax figure of Madame Tussaud which I thought was weird but hey, if I started the wax figure craze, I’d probably make one of myself too.
I should have noped right out of this one when she said, “I write comics about weird guys I go on dates with.” Well, here is me as a comic after two dates with this girl in June 2018. Guess it took her awhile to get me just right. The comic is in Chinese and it’s largely about how I told her my idea for a picture book about the funny things that farmers do in China. I guess she didn’t find it as amusing as me.
After this was brought to my attention, I thought “next time someone asks me about Beijing, or the people here, I should just keep my mouth shut.” However, after thinking about it, I shouldn’t let the fear of being turned into a comic again deter me from speaking my mind.
We didn’t kiss, cancel plans, or even fight when we went out. But I guess she needed some content for her site and I ticked the boxes. I didn’t know I could look like an asshole in comic form, but here you go, for your viewing pleasure. Oh, and my name in the comic is “迪克” - “Di Ke” - sounds like “dick” — very clever.
The Tales of Hoffmann (Les contes d'Hoffmann) is an opéra fantastique by Jacques Offenbach. The French libretto was written by Jules Barbier, based on three short stories by E. T. A. Hoffmann, who is the protagonist of the story.
I’m pretty sure this was my first opera and probably my last. I was really confused the entire time and had a hard time understanding the translated subtitles. I was impressed that the actors/singers were able to memorize 3.5 hours of dialogue/songs and the set design was incredible. However, pretty sure opera isn’t my thing.
However, I was pretty excited to go inside the National Centre for the Performing Arts, which is super cool looking building surrounded by water.