Its about noon, on a Thursday, not that that actually matters. The weather in Chengdu has improved for my return from Qingdao, welcoming me back to perhaps my favourite city in all of China. The sun is out and bright, the sky is miraculously blue, it is hot. Hank and I are sitting out in our mong spot, out on the roof of our hostel. We are in tank tops (though mine is laying on the ground) sitting on rotten old wicker chairs that will barely support our weight. An old green tar can, leftover from blacktopping the roof, serves as our table. At the moment this is covered with a variety of delicacies from the pig: pig's tongue (my favourite), Pigs tail, and pigs snout/face with of course la jiao (spice) sprinkled into the little
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