Day 7 :
We arrived in Changsha yesterday, capital of Hunan (rhymes with Poonan), to what can only be described as The City of Black Lung. If you’ve ever flown into San Francisco on a foggy day, you know it’s, well, foggy. That’s like Changsha. Only with pollution instead of fog.
I’ve also decided this week that I want a Chinese baby. Those things are so freakin’ cute you just want to smother it with freedom and human rights. And I’m addicted to foot massages.
Chairman Mao says, "Wassup, Bitches."
We arrived in Changsha yesterday, capital of Hunan (rhymes with Poonan), to what can only be described as The City of Black Lung. If you’ve ever flown into San Francisco on a foggy day, you know it’s, well, foggy. That’s like Changsha. Only with pollution instead of fog.
I’ve also decided this week that I want a Chinese baby. Those things are so freakin’ cute you just want to smother it with freedom and human rights. And I’m addicted to foot massages.
Chairman Mao says, "Wassup, Bitches."
