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Day 3:

The driving here is worse than I remember. Imagine Manhattan’s drivers. Only take away their vision. Then add an extra 8 million bicycles and scooters. Take away their vision too. Then get all the pedestrians together in the middle of the city, give them frontal lobotomies, and scream something about a huuuuuge tidal wave.

Also, our driver just started driving this past weekend. I remember when I first started learning to drive a stick shift. Only I didn’t make the white guy sit up front. Why it always gotta be the white guy to get taken’ out first, yo’?

Luckily, I took a Panda tranquilizer and was out most of the drive to Ningbo, a sleepy little suburban port city of 712 million, nestled in near the East China Sea.

Also home to the best foot massage parlor this side of Easton. Looked shady at first. Kinda reminded me of the one in Rush Hour 2 where that Black guy and the Asian guy got in a fight or something. Remember that? Anyway, on the way home I noticed the Massage Club at the end of the driveway to my hotel. Looks like a giant Casino. I’d link you to a website but I can’t find one. Will check it out tomorrow and report back.