Thursday, March 31, 2011

Title No 2.

I got of the bus in Xiaguang, which is a very very small city in the middle of nowhere, China. I was greeted by a bunch of taxi drivers wanting to give me a ride to Dali, where I was headed. The were very aggressive, particularly one, who had a lump on his face. He was pulling on my arm, insisting I go with him, because he was offering the cheapest price anyone would offer. I told them, a group of eight, that I would walk, and they all laughed. Finally one man offered me a low price and I got on his motorbike. I delivered a mocking Goodbye to the man with the lump, and could see by his expression that I had offended him - and the others laughed as I sped away.


Later we were all having a conversation with another, Chinese, guest at the hostel. I was stumbling over some Mandarin word when I uttered a harsh "T", which produced a spec of spittle that flew from my mouth and landed on the pretty woman's face. The man I had previously insulted handed her a tissue and complimented the natural flow of my Chinese. Everyone laughed at his sarcasm, and at me for having too much drool, and at the woman because I just spit in her face. The man and I shared a glance. I had the feeling that even though both of us had lost -- somehow he and I were now even.

"Get the fuck away from me, you shit-for-brains retards!"

They all laughed.

Finally I found a woman sitting in her taxi who didn't find my Chinese amusing and was willing to use her meter. She revved her engine and started off. One of the men from the crowd said,

"Bye in Hell, you stupid motherfuckers!"

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