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Well i'm back, i'm alive, i'm only partially covered with a fine mist of old Chinese man saliva and I'm adjusting to being in a country where I'm moderately less likely to be blown away by a typhoon and people understand what I say.
To say that going to China alone was one of the scariest experiences of my life would be an understatement. It was scary for a number of reasons:
-The place is absolutely fucking huge
-My fear of crossing the road in the UK where conformity reigns and green means safety was put to the test as crossing the road became a survival of the fittest
-I don't speak a word of Chinese
However, despite my daily terror, Shanghai was the most fascinating, challenging, exciting and thrilling trip of my life.
So now I am home in the comfort of my kitchen I can finally reflect upon my dining experiences, of which there were many, gross ones, exotic ones, vaguely familiar ones, outrageous ones and delicious ones.
So let's start our journey in a rustic farm, lamenting about love and bloody delicious pumpkin.
Bye bye (that is literally how you say bye in Chinese)
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