Bowling in Bao’an

The gym last night was just as awkward as before.  The same trainer who stared at me did some more weird staring last night.  Then he said something about calling me when I come to the gym or wanting to work out with me…  I told him I didn’t understand what he was saying.  I find that’s the best way to get out of any uncomfortable situation.

At one point I had five trainers circling around me like a bunch of hungry vultures.  They were helping me find weights, spotting me, staring at me, talking to me, talking about me, etc.  It was really uncomfortable for me because my muscles were shaking, I felt like a pansy, and I had 5 sets of eyes on me watching me struggle.  I had yet another trainer try to give me 5 lb weights when in fact, I was looking for the 25s.  Thanks man.

Later that night, I traveled an hour and a half out to Bao’an to go bowling.  From the subway station, I had two choices.  I could either take a taxi or take a motor bicycle taxi.  I decided to risky life by riding on the motor bike.  If you haven’t rode on these before, you’re missing out.  The bikes are small, weak-looking motor bicycles where the riders don’t wear helmets.  The passenger rides on the back as the driver weaves in and out of traffic.  You often see people riding these bikes with small children or babies riding in their laps.  It makes me cringe.  Here is a picture of what they look like:

The max speed we reached was about 25 mph.  It was much slower, but it was a lot of fun and it about half the price of a regular taxi.  I’m definitely doing it again.

One of the program coordinators just sent me this link.  Look Ma, I’m famous!



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