The next day, the eve of the wedding, we wouldn’t meet again until 7:30 in the PM, after I spent a good hour in a taxi trying to convince the driver People’s Rd. was in a magical new location that didn’t exist. Luckily, he was just amused to have dimwitted foreigner for a fare, but [...]

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Things were bound to get messy when my friend (the man to be) picked me up at the airport in a driving school car with a bunch of tall boys of Tsingtao in the front seat. During the ride along the crater-ridden G308 to the old downtown, he brought the good and bad news. The [...]

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