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A much better massage – Beiijng, China

Having spent the last couple of weeks hunched over a laptop finishing a project I could now barely move my neck and crunched and creaked as I walked. Somewhat wary after my previous experience I accepted the multiple recommendations that the best solution for this pain was a massage (and better posture).

Unlike the previous hotel spa this was trickier to find, being housed on the 8th floor of a grey and unassuming office block. Walking through the unmarked doors you’re transported into a dimly lit reception – soothing music is piped in but barely audible over the sound of water splashing over arrangements of pebbles and onto the reed mat flooring. A quick word with the two ladies at the desk and you’re ushered along a corridor, one side of which is a perpetual wall of water falling from above the ceiling to below the floor, into your private room.

Inside we had a large comfortable chair each and a lady who offered us something from the drinks menu which included such rare delights as freshly squeezed juice or raw teas. Our masseurs arrived and gave us cotton tops to change into. A small delay ensued whilst I tried to explain I really wasn’t going to fit into a small to medium sized shirt and they went searching for an XL which was thankfully fine.

The large chairs silently transformed into beds and we lay face down whilst the masseurs got to work. Unlike the attempt at murder by boiling of the previous massage this was actually quite effective. There was considerable pain as she stretched and cracked various bits of my spine and neck, but it seemed to be working toward a positive conclusion. Feeling a bit more mobile I turned over and the reason for the loose cotton shirts became clear. The scalp and face were now covered in sweet smelling oils which were gently massaged into the neck and shoulders.

Totally relaxed and feeling quite sleepy I opened my eyes to see her lighting two slender candles. Closing my eyes again I waited for the new aromas from the candles to play across my olfactory nerves but instead felt her deftly slip them into my ear canals. I’m not sure what the benefit might be of ear candles but it was actually rather pleasant just listening to nothing but the gentle crackle and hiss of the burning wax whilst she continued to massage the scalp.

Just before I got to find out whether essential oils are at all flammable she slipped them out and made renewed efforts on manipulating my sore neck. This was all rather lovely, but when she started massaging my nose I rudely got the giggles, which made her start giggling, and ended up in a rebuke for both of us from the other older and more serious masseur in the room. We both controlled ourselves and I closed my eyes and listened to the music. Unexpectedly for this turned out to be the 1984 Foreigner classic power-ballad ‘I want to know what love is’ earnestly recreated for the panpipe.

By the conclusion of the song she was massaging my eyebrows up and down which nicely covered my surprised expression at the mix into a panpipe rendition of ‘Ice Ice Baby’.

With a fully relaxed nose and forehead she tidied up and motioned for me to get changed. When everyone was done we were given another 30 minutes in the room to order some and drinks and watch a DVD if we so desired.

A Banh-Mi (Vietnamese pork baguette), pumpkin soup and random flower tea later we ventured back out to the reception to see how much all this pampering would set us back and didn’t get restressed when it came to less than £10, which is a bargain when you consider it included drinks and dinner. Great value, enjoyable and it actually had a beneficial effect.

The Less-Than-Giant Causeway – Seogwipo, Jeju Island, South Korea

Known as the ‘Island of the Gods’ by locals and ‘The Hawaii of Korea’ by the Korean Tourism board, Island is a little lava outcrop about 85km south of Korea. ’s capital city is -Si and both are in the -do province, but despite the possibility for confusion we managed to fly the 40 minutes from to -Si airport and found our hotel which was the cheapest we could find on the island. Most resorts here are overpriced due to the captive market and popularity amongst honeymooning Koreans but we found a small hotel with mediocre reviews. On arrival it became apparent that the desk staff didn’t speak Korean, let alone English, Chinese, French, German, Spanish, Japanese or Russian so I went through the booking computer for them and found my reservation. They then handed over the key’s before I’d figured out how to switch my own room to a free sea-view suite without them noticing.

The rooms were small, but clean and like the rest of Korea had a remarkable internet connection speed. The air conditioning was feeble considering how hot it was outside so we went for a wander round -Si whilst it worked it’s magic. The town is quite compact and has a harbour surrounded by fish restaurants and an incongruous McDonalds, another street of Chinese and Japanese eateries and a street of clothes stores. As night fell we got peckish so wandered round trying to find some Korean , which was easier said than done, but eventually found a run-down looking place that sold 3 versions of chicken: fried, boiled or stewed. We opted for the hotpot and a few minutes later a huge metal bowl of chicken stew emerged – it was cooked to perfection, delicious and embarrassingly cheap.

Back at the hotel the English speaking manager was present, so we took the opportunity to enquire after an English speaking tour guide taxi to drive us round the island the following day. They made a phone call and a few minutes later a chap called Kim Jin arrived to discuss our options. In extremely broken yet annoyingly pushy English he offered to drive us around for a day, which would cost more than his car was worth, so we politely declined.
Back at the hotel desk we tried again for just an English speaking taxi, but not a tour guide. They made a phone call and a few minutes later Kim Jin was back in front of us.
Underwhelmed, we gave up and just asked the desk for a Korean taxi as we had a list of the places we wanted to visit written in Korean and could just point to the relevant location.

The next morning weather was beautiful, the humidity wasn’t. Despite there not being a cloud in the sky it was difficult to tell whether it was raining or the humidity was just forming into the occasional lump and dropping out of the sky for a joke. Within minutes it looked like there had definitely been a rainstorm as my clothes were drenched and hair was flattened. Looking around, anyone that didn’t live on the island looked pretty much the same, even the honeymooning Koreans with their professional photographers in tow, trying to frame a shot before their subjects melted.

Our Korean-speaking driver appeared at exactly 9.00am, as requested, and despite our best efforts was Kim Jin again, looking a bit upset that we’d finally managed to get transport for a third of his original asking price.

I was keen to visit the underground and hopefully cool caves first, but our driver had decided our route and we didn’t get much say in matters, which is why in 40°C heat, 100% humidity and dressed for a chilly caving expedition we ended up climbing a volcano in the late morning sun.

Seongsan Ilchulbong.jpgSeongsan Ilchulbong, or Sunrise Peak, is a famed round almost-island created by an eruption on the shallow sea-bed. Seen in most advertising for this is quite spectacular from the air (see right), so the 25 minute walk up seemed worth it, and there were plenty of other people making the effort. 600 steps later, and quite damp, we reached the top. There really is nothing to see from ground level apart from a few elderly gentlemen slumped over whilst their families fan them to try and revive them from near heart attack status.

Back at the bottom we went to our driver’s next stop, Seonggeup Folk Village. This is a mud hut/straw roof type of village with tourists wandering round taking photos of everything, which suddenly becomes quite uncomfortable when you realise it’s not a museum, but people are actually going about their lives there. It wouldn’t be an issue to miss a visit, but if anyone does go, take a guide book (or hire a tour guide…) as there is no English signage or literature.

Back on the coast is the Haenyeo Museum. Aimed at Korean schoolchildren this is actually a really interesting story of the women divers who provide seafood and seaweed for the island. They dive to the sea bed without any gear apart from maybe a pair of goggles and a wetsuit and are legendary throughout Korea. They were instrumental in improving equality for women and minimum working conditions for all Koreans. (http://www.haenyeo.go.kr/)

As the sun lowered in the sky and the light became perfect for taking photos outside we reached the underground caves. Manjanggul is regarded as the finest lava tube system of caves anywhere in the world, with its multi-coloured carbonate roofs and floors, and dark-coloured lava walls. The first kilometre of the 13km cave system is open to the public and it can clearly be see how the tunnels acted as a natural conduit for erupting lava, even including lava stalagmites.

Our last stop was Dongmun Traditional Market, which pretty much just sold an endless variety of fish, rice and dish cloths, so I left the others to it and finally sat down with a cold drink until I was told off by our driver for getting the wrong flavour.

Still sore from the previous day’s exhertions we decided to just visit one site the next day so took a bus to Jusangjeolli. Here on the coast the erupting lava has cooled, cracked, fractioned and contracted to form cliffs and headlands of black hexagonal pillars similar to those of the Giant’s Causeway in County Antrim, Northern Island.

The area surrounding the cliffs is a nicely sculpted park full of mandarin orange trees, which along with pork from black-hair pigs and abalone (a type of shellfish with supposed aphrodisiac properties) are the most famous product of .

Also present in the park are the life-sized, helmet-wearing symbolic statues of the island, the dolharubang or “stone grandfather”. They represent the ancestors who throughout history endured the natural hardship of the islands terrain.

Next to the park are the International Convention Centre and the World Cup stadium, used when hosted the tournament in 2002. Handily from here there’s an airport shuttle bus which got us roughly back to City and the eventual relief of the hotel air conditioning, before our flight back to then early the next day.

P.S. Our lack of transport caused us to miss the very popular Teddy Bear Museum and Loveland, a very graphic museum of erotic statues, so was a bonus really. The only other attraction I’d really like to have taken part in was the submarine ride, a trip 40m below the waves to see the coral and possibly even a Haenyeo.

Visiting a war-zone – DMZ, Panmunjom, Between South and North Korea

The Demilitarised Zone is a 241km long strip that has separated North from since the end of active hostilities in the Korean War. The ceasefire was signed and the DMZ formed in 1953, but the war has never officially ended leaving this as the last Cold War border in existence.

We had originally booked this tour for the day before but at the last minute got an email that the UN needed the meeting area for peace talks more than tourism so our trip to Panmunjom was cancelled and we went on a reduced tour a day later.

Everyone in volunteers to do 7-10 years of military service or faces severe disadvantages throughout life such as problems getting into university or advancing in their careers.

First we visited Imjingak Park, which marks the end of the Freedom Bridge. The park is where those families separated by the DMZ come to be as close as possible to their loved ones and leave messages attached to the fence and gates.

At the border of the military area a soldier boards the bus and takes down names and checks passport numbers. At the advice of the hotel manager I’d left my passport behind, so worried I wasn’t going to be allowed in just waved at the guard. This Jedi mind trick seemed to work and he passed without question. From the checkpoint we drove across the Unification Bridge, weaving in between barricades and tank blocking spikes.

We passed by an area called Unification Village where 500 farmers live and work in the DMZ. This is a brave vocation as there are still 900,000 land mines littered between the two countries. The known mine fields are marked with little red pennants but still the occasional tourist manages to end up in the mine field and do their bit by clearing one of the mines with a large explosion.

During the active hostilities the North Koreans attempted to dig infiltration tunnels under the DMZ to allow their armies to rapidly invade . So far 4 have been found but defectors have claimed there are as many as 20 tunnels in progress. Discovered in 1978, the third tunnel is the largest yet found and could allow passage for heavy weapons and up to 30,000 troops per hour. It has now been turned into a major tourist attraction. First we were shown a short video which was both stirring and informative but spread randomly across eight screens so you never really knew quite which one you should be watching next.

Indoctrination presentation over, we marched were led to the tunnel entrance. The tour brochure glosses over these details a bit but it turned out we’d have to don safety helmets and walk down a steep slope to 316m below the ground, or the height of a 22 storey building.

At the bottom you’re led along the third tunnel which is up to 2m round, but generally less, so whilst the shorter Asians were happily wandering along the taller amongst us were bent double, only straightening up to bash our head on some scaffolding. The tunnel ends under the North Korean area of the DMZ at a small pillbox and machine gun nest, which contradicts rather with the North’s story that this was just a coal mine, although to be fair they did scatter coal dust on the walls to validate their claims. When this didn’t work they suggested the tunnel had been built by the South as a propaganda tool, but the tool markings and dynamite holes all seem to have come from the North side.

Having reached the end you now need to retreat out, which entails climbing back up the steep slope. Thankfully at the top it was now raining heavily so no one could see the rivers of sweat pouring out of those who had recently surfaced.

Sadly the rain wasn’t compatible with our next stop – the Dora Observatory – where on a clear day you can see the expanse of the DMZ and the Gaeseong Industrial Complex that the South has recently built in the North to take advantage of the cheap labour costs: as little as $60/month for a factory worker. When we were there it so foggy that it was tricky to see the end of the telescopes pointing out from the viewing platform but I’m told that the world’s largest flag flies above the village in the DMZ, weighing in at 300kg.

From here we were supposed to visit Panmunjom and the Joint Services Area where a meeting room spans the Military Demarcation Line of the DMZ and you can see both North and South Korean soldiers facing each other in a tense standoff. The area is run by the UN and on the day of our visit they needed the meeting room for an actual meeting, so unsurprisingly they don’t allow tourists to potter about and make helpful comments.

Disappointed, we were instead dropped off at Dorasan train station, intended to be the last stop in the former when the two countries are finally reunited, and now a symbol of the on-going unification attempts.

On a more positive note, the DMZ is approximately 0.5% of the entire Korean peninsula which untouched by humans and protected by barbed wire fences for over 50 years, has unintentionally become a unique wildlife refuge, as migrating birds and other animals thrive here. There have been sightings of the Asiatic Black Bear, Amur Leopard and even the near extinct Korean Tiger.
In keeping with the days war theme we got tickets to the first showing in of “The Expendables”, or the less exciting sounding “Extreme Pen Doubles” as the badly translated movie poster would have you believe.

One day in Seoul – Seoul, South Korea

As a tourist visa lasts 6 months, but only for stays of up to 90 days at a time, I needed to briefly leave the country to keep it valid. was a tempting prospect as it’s easily reachable by train from , but requires a lot of planning to get clearance. is just a one hour flight from and I can get a visa on landing.

Grabbing a Jian Bing for the taxi ride we easily got to the airport and quickly boarded the plane. Unlike any plane I’ve ever been on the seat numbers started at 30, so I was half way up the plane before I realised I was way past my allocated row of 34 and had to be that annoying person who attempts to walk back against the tide of passengers desperately trying to reach a pre-assigned seat.

Not knowing a great deal about Korea in general we just followed the TripAdvisor top 5 things to do in . This led us to the Changdeok-gung palace, a UNESCO World Heritage Site. UNESCO sites are normally impressive from an aesthetic or historical point of view but I really couldn’t argue Changdeok-gung’s case on either point. The whole thing looked like a recently completed copy of whatever stood there before, mostly made of plywood. It’s got a pleasant enough Secret Garden, which is revealed for a small fee and the concubine’s house seems authentic if a little spartan.

Coming back into the centre of town on the subway was a mission. The subway trains are cheap, spacious and thankfully air conditioned, but the two interchange stations we used were huge. Both times we were unlucky enough to need the farthest platform, so crossing from one line to another entailed a hike of nearly a kilometre and down five levels of steps and escalators.

Back in the shopping district we stopped by the famous Myeongdong Gyoja restaurant for handmade noodle soup and dumplings, which were delicious but not really filling enough after all that walking.

In the afternoon we’d planned to go up tower which sits on a hill overlooking the entire city but ended up having more fun just wandering the neon-lit streets and getting a feel for the place. People here are much more polite than and whilst Westerners are still rare enough for the occasional peek they wouldn’t dream of just openly staring, and the children don’t just stand and point. In a town with no rubbish bins and no visible street sweepers it’s remarkable that the pavements aren’t lined with wrappers and chewing gum, but people here must have pride in the city and presumably take their litter home which is a great improvement over many places I’ve visited.

It turns out that is one of the largest and most densely populated cities in the world, home to over 12,000,000 people, which more than doubles if you include the surrounding suburbs. It’s not until night time that it really comes to life with neon signs and brightly lit skyscrapers and apartment buildings filling the skyline. Even the historical sights and bridges are covered in thousands of coloured light bulbs.

The other amazing thing is the level of technology built into the infrastructure of the city. The broadband here is all 100Mbps, which is being upgraded to 1Gbps within the next two years and anyone with a modern phone will find that the city-wide Wi-Bro service allows fast internet access on the move, so you’ll often see people walking down the street watching TV on their phones. The taxis are equipped with a GPS system so accurate they know which lane you’re driving in and recommend switching before taking certain turns, as well as providing 3D real-time visualisations of the road ahead, so you can see for example that there’s a toll gate, and you should stick to the left to make a turn into a two-lane tunnel.

For the evening we went to Itaewon which seems to be the most popular area with Westerners, who are rarer than I’d expected elsewhere. The streets of Itaewon were full of Western families, ESL teachers and the lechers that follow them round. Catering to all the visitors are the usual fast franchises so we found a small street behind the Hamilton Hotel with a row of privately owned restaurants and picked out a French bistro for a bit of a change. The starters and main courses were perfect but our stereotypically condescending French waiter did completely abandon us when some of his countrymen arrived, so dessert wasn’t a possibility, and it was even tricky to get the bill.

By now the bars were full and the music was spilling into the streets but we made our way back to the hotel at a reasonable hour in preparation for an early start the next day.

Anything on a stick – DongHuaMen Night Market, Beijing, China

Just off the main shopping street of Wangfujing is the city’s most popular night market. It showcases an array of Chinese street from all over the country, from marinated chicken skewers, to stir fries and grilled silk worms. Most tourists come here to see the more exotic like scorpions, snakes and seahorses, but the reality is that these were only available on one stall and none of the Chinese were eating them, just a few young Westerners egged on by their camera toting friends, before returning to their banana pancakes.

The majority of Chinese people are here just to get a simple dinner – often a taste of their home province. In keeping with this we started on the high turnover, fresh specialities such as garlic fried slivers of sticky rice and grilled squid. A stuffed pancake was pretty decent, and a selection of the steamed buns was tasty if a bit too chewy. There’s also nothing attractive about a group of people chowing down on entire lamb’s legs.

Drawn to one stall by a selection of photogenic starfish I avoided trying it by getting a sea urchin sashimi which is probably what made me ill for the remainder of the evening, but overall the market is definitely an experience worth trying for a cheap dinner as nothing cost over ¥12.

Cost of Living Comparison – Beijing, China

The wonderfully named Expatistan.com website has a tool showing the comparative cost of living in various cities around the world.

I think their traffic is a bit heavy at the moment, but when it’s working it shows as being 61% cheaper to live in than London, which to me sounds somewhat on the high side – I would have guessed it as nearer 70-80% cheaper as long as you don’t insist on buying Western brands all the time. Imported goods have a huge tax rate on them (despite mostly being made in in the first place) so the use of a pair of Adidas trainers or an Italian meal as a comparative cost is skewing the results somewhat.

Have a look at your city: http://www.expatistan.com/cost-of-living

Olympic Forest Park – Beijing, China

The Olympic Forest Park was planted back in 2003 to provide assurance to the International Olympic Committee that the 2008 Olympics would be acceptably environmentally friendly by absorbing the increased carbon emissions. It sits at the northern end of the city’s central axis, directly above the Olympic Green Bird’s Nest area. The soil excavated from the construction of the Bird’s Nest, Water cube and other buildings were used to create artificial hills to accommodate traditional feng shui designs of hills and lakes amongst the 530,000 trees of the 680 hectare site.

Stats They Show Off: The park will absorb 7,200 tonnes of carbon emissions and purify 5,400 tonnes of oxygen a year, which must benefit such a heavily polluted city.

Stats They Don’t: 1.5 million of the city’s poorest people were displaced during the construction and moved to the city’s outskirts – not ideal if you can’t afford a vehicle to reach your workplace1

During the games the archery, tennis and hockey were all held here, but today none of that is in evidence. The park is now a haven from the hustle and bustle of the city. Only bicycles and a few very slow electric cars are allowed within, so families are free to roam in peace and quiet. The park is bisected by the 5th ring road, but remains quiet and tranquil, so there is still a decent array of small wildlife living in the park. The large lakes are shared by a few pedalos and tens of thousands of koi carp, which are getting constantly fed by visitors and are now looking a little chubby.

The park is also home to a large number of sculptures, including a huge metal array which I couldn’t quite figure out, as well as an open air theatre.

The forest park is directly connected to the main , so we walked up and dropped into one of the many nearby chain restaurants for dinner. We chose Bellagio, which has had many positive reviews, seemingly all undeserved. The plates looked like works of art, but the real problem was that they just didn’t taste very good – starters were too cold, the meat in a plate of ribs consisted of at least 90% bones and 10% fat and the veg was just dull. The only saving grace was a bowl of egg noodles with some sesame sauce poured on top, although I could have made that at home for a tenth of the price. In the end it cost twice as much as a regular meal, and was deeply disappointing.

By now it was dark, so we went back to the Olympic Green to see it at night. We’d been assured it would be all lit up and weren’t disappointed. The Bird’s Nest stadium appeared as layers of red and yellow and the press pagoda rotated through a multitude of colours. In the evening the park comes to life as hundreds or possibly thousands of Beijingers stroll about, eat picnics or fly kites. The backdrop to all this activity was the water cube, whose bubbly sides were now gently rippling rivers of colour. It was quite mesmeric and we could have stood there for hours, but after a near garrotting by a rogue kite string we made our excuses and left with the impression that overall the day had made a welcome change from the normal pace of life.

1 http://www.cohre.org/mega-events

Doing your best to fit in… – China?

I haven’t seen one of these hats since Vietnam, but I’m sure he’s having a lovely time whilst the two guys on the left try not to laugh…

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Kung Pao Chicken – Beijing, China

I was going to try and write about something other than , but a recent radio programme was a bit depressing. I know I should be trying to listen to Chinese talk radio to pick up more of the language, but getting one word in fifty isn’t helping much, so thankfully I’ve found two mostly English language radio stations in .

Hits FM plays non-stop western music and is decent enough, but only seems to be available sporadically. Their slogan seem to be ‘Dreams come true!’ and ‘Life is Partay!’, or at least that’s what the DJ’s keep shouting. The music is mostly modern rap music and R&B, interspersed with the occasional 90s ‘classic’ like Vanilla Ice.

The other, which is on every day except Thursday, is more talk oriented, and makes me disappointed every time I tune in. The callers are all ex-pats who seem to have made no effort to integrate whatsoever. The typical call-in would go as follows

Kung Pao Chicken

Kung Pao Chicken

DJ: Today’s topic is ‘What is your favourite Chinese

Caller 1: I don’t eat any Chinese – I stick to Pizzas.

Caller 2: Kung Pao chicken and rice

Caller 3: Kung Pao chicken and rice
DJ: Another one! Anything else?
Caller 3: No, I don’t know what anything else is. The whole family only eats Kung Pao chicken when we go to Chinese restaurants.

Caller 4: Ribs (baked spare ribs are a popular cheap Chinese meat)
DJ: Excellent, and where is your favourite rib restaurant
Caller 4:  Texas Pete’s Smokehouse (serving Texas-style Hickory ribs)
DJ: OK…

Caller 5: We don’t eat out, is too dirty.
DJ: …

Caller 6: Kung Pao chicken and rice

Kung Pao Chicken is a western dish which is simply a combination of cubed chicken breast, peanuts or cashews, onion or leeks, and occasionally green peppers, doused in a chilli sauce of varying strength.

Sichuan Pepper

Sichuan Pepper

Gong Bao Ji Ding is the original Sichuan version of Kung Pao. It is much hotter and contains Sichuan Pepper husks, which if incorporated into a spicy dish have a distinctive numbing effect. Eaten alone I find the Sichuan pepper quite unpleasant. In ‘On and Cooking’ Harold McGee describes them thus: “they produce a strange tingling, buzzing, numbing sensation that is something like the effect of carbonated drinks or of a mild electrical current (touching the terminals of a nine-volt battery to the tongue). Sanshools1 appear to act on several different kinds of nerve endings at once, induce sensitivity to touch and cold in nerves that are ordinarily nonsensitive, and so perhaps cause a kind of general neurological confusion.”. As you might imagine this makes the taste entirely different from Kung Pao chicken.

I love both the Chinese and Western style of Kung Pao chicken but I wouldn’t eat it every day. If you’re not willing to try something too different at least go for a simple beef noodle, or egg and tomatoes. here is so cheap it’s worth getting at least one new dish alongside your regular chicken and rice, just to try it. Who knows, you might even like it.

1 Sichuan peppers contain 0.3% hydroxyl-alpha-sanshool. No idea.

Seahorses and Jellyfish – Beijing, China

It’s been a busy week of eating…

The most outlandish meal was a turtle garnished with seahorses, a braised buffalo hoof and a side of shark lips.

The most surprising would be donkey skewers – the meat was delicately flavoured and surprisingly tender, low in fat and overall very tasty. They were served in a sesame pastry bun with a small layer of pickled vegetables.

Jellyfish.jpg
The best quality was Xiao Wang Home Style restaurant, a constantly moving and therefore hard to find little place near the twin towers. The dishes are all big and hearty, and full of flavour. A little pricier than similar restaurants this place seems to have found favour with the international business crowd as there are a lot of dishes which I would recognise, but aren’t necessarily that traditional, such as lemon chicken and three varieties of Kung Pao chicken. To avoid being lumped in with the crowd we ordered a boiled jellyfish (pictured right), which was crunchier than the amorphous mass I had expected. There’s a texture in that I’ve not experienced at home – some foods, such as Golden Needle mushrooms, are soft and pliant to the touch but make a loud crunching noise when bitten and on chewing.

The least enjoyable was a huge, three storey Szechuan restaurant. The meal was typical fiery stuff, but the other clientele were appalling. A man at the next table was stuffing in so fast he choked, punched himself in the chest in an unlikely version of the Heimlich manoeuvre, coughed semi-chewed meat on the floor then immediately got back to the stuffing. His three companions didn’t even look up from their plates to ensure they too didn’t miss out on any of the dishes.

After all that the most mundane, but also the most welcome relief was a large plate of Ikea meatballs, complete with chips, gravy and lingonberry jam, and a lovely slice of Dime bar cake.

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