Yesterday, as I drifted of the sleep in my twelve bed dorm room (all twelve beds full) the owner of the hostel comes in an begins shaking my bunk mate and speaking to her in very broken English about her bags. Neither of us could decipher what she was trying to say and upon speaking to her in Mandarin (a miracle that she understood since some only speak Cantonese) she kindly informed me that no one should put their bags next to the outside doors because it is typhoon season and things tend to get wet. Wait. Typhoon season. I guess that explains the torrential rain every day. I've changed my plans slightly and will no longer be going to Shenzhen to stay with Xiangming (a he that I thought was a she until I called
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