Day 13: Venice of the Far-East (2)

Day 13: Venice of the Far-East (2)

There is no way to lose Ember today. He stepped in cow shit and he has trouble cleaning his slippers. He leaves brown traces behind him wherever he goes. Like a Chinese Hansel with cow feces instead of stones and bread.
The other Chinese people have decided to spend the day around city palace. We’re 14 now, which makes the job easier. AIESEC Udaipur people accompany us as we explore the city. They’re energetic people. They teach Meead some Indian dance moves. Where? In the bus.

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Day 12: Venice of the Far-East (1)

Day 12: Venice of the Far-East (1)

“Fanculo”
That’s an equivalent of f*ck in Italian. The exact translation may be too graphic and Mom is probably reading the blog, so I won’t explain it. You can ask Giacomo if you want. Meead doesn’t say “bad words” in Arabic. Just in Malaysian, Chinese, Italian, German. I’m considering teaching her one in French.
I was lucky enough to be the first to hop on the bus. I got the front seat which means one thing: more leg space.
“Good morning. Toilet!”

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