Speedos, Puppies and Potty

We finally arrived in Qinhuangdao on Sunday and have been setting up camp ever since. Brad spent most of the evening figuring out the internet with a guy who speaks and reads no english. Needless to say, the process was slow...but nobody here is in a hurry.

So Selah and I and a few teammates headed down to the beach. We're a port city, so along with being a beach, we are a dumping ground for indiscrimate things. We got there about sun down and accompanying the beautiful blue and gray sunset was a gray and purple hue reflecting off the speedos from the young chinese men. I guess it's better than the older, fat bald men that wear them in the states. (no offense if that's your bathing suit of choice, just a little too much to see for my eyes :) )

On the walk home, we passed some open bee hive thingys where they harvest honey...a few puppies for sale only not as pets :( and as Selah's stomach rumbled and roared, we had to stop for a potty break. Only this time it wasn't a quick potty, but a POTTY. We squatted as many chinese children do on the side of the road and left our marker appropriately (or inappropriately, I'm not sure anymore). I'm sure as my mother is reading this, she is dying of embarrassment to think of her grandaughter relieving herself in a BIG way on the side of the street. But...so goes China.

Last night upon arriving at our place (we live in an old hotel), Selah saw the sign that read: YANDA HOTEL and she said "Mommy I see an 'A'. And those words say...'we are home.'" She summed it up nicely as we now call this land home and venture into tomorrow to discover what he has in store.