What’s it like to live in one of China’s many megalopolises? Not good.
As the traveler exits a train station, a woman hawks instant
noodles and packaged chicken feet from a dingy metal cart, in front of concrete
steps emptying out into a square flanked by ramshackle hotels and massed with
peasants sitting on artificial cobblestones and chewing watermelon seeds. The air
smells of coal. Then the buildings appear: Boxlike structures, so gray as to
appear colorless, line the road.
I’d wish I’d read this super cute travel site about Dublin before I went there.
I knew zero of these clever Googling tricks.
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I flew six hours from Reykjavik to New York and had to buy my own snacks. The indignity! I should have read this post about BYO airplane food.
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