eight degrees

Eight degrees. That was the temperature inside just as the sun was rising over the Jundushan this morning. And with clouds coming down from the northwest, I’m not sure it’s going to be getting much warmer. The tap in the courtyard was frozen shut this morning, and the water still hasn’t come on- correction, turning on the tap produces a tiny, tiny dribble. I’m glad lzh got me that pair of padded-cotton shoes yesterday. I’m also thinking it won’t be such a bad thing to go back to our centrally heated apartment in Beijing. I’m also thinking that I’m going to wear a lot more when we come back at New Year.

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wangbo

A Kiwi teaching English to oil workers in Beijing, studying Chinese in my spare time, married to a beautiful Beijing lass, consuming vast quantities of green tea (usually Xihu Longjing/西湖龙井, if that means anything to you), eating good food (except for when I cook), missing good Kiwi ale, breathing smog, generally living as best I can outside Godzone and having a good time of it.

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  1. One of the boys in Class 5 told me that this winter is allegedly going to be very cold, even colder than the last. Whether this is an observation made by meteorologists I don’t know.

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