Walking around Chendgu was such a delight. Maybe it lacked that huge megalopolis vibe or possibly we had the perfect combination of great weather and great experiences. Regardless, things were uniquely China there.
Deep fried crab legs on a stick, not really worth the effort:
From our hostel:
Pagoda in the garden of a famous ancient Chinese writer whose name escapes me:
Aubergine--grilled and fried and ladled in grease. But the most delicious thing I have ever tasted:
Sometimes stereotypes exist for a reason:
Sichuan cooking class and the big knives!
Evening chanting at Wenshu Monastery. It took us an age to find them but was totally worth it:
Chinglish: 'The Italian thick taste is thicker.'
In the Tibetan quarter, which just turned out to be a series of Tibetan shops. But the colours were nice:
Laundry day!
What to do with an old cruise ship? Turn it into a block of flats, of course:
Jealous of the Chinese ability to sleep anywhere and everywhere:
Heads of…?
Love, love, love Chengdu.
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