Now we are here with the kindly mine host opening the Tsingtao as we stubled with cracked lips into, and nearly out of, his humble
er, car port.Nevertheless the hospitality was cold (the beer) and hot (the chillies) and we had a marvelous mix of anglo chinese grub, with dumplings of unknown content, sweet and sour fish, noodles, spring rolls (up to this point the best I have ever tasted) and quite definitely the best chips in the world. Hot, dry, salted and floury, themselves requiring further applications of
the wonder potion that cures all discomfort out here whether its mosquitos, canisiums, bad knees etc. Of course there were noodles , this is a noolde (sic) bar!
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