When you see a middle-aged farmer sitting on a pile of watermelons wearing a shirt that reads “EROTICA” in block letters, you know you're in China.
When you need to be careful that no one accidentally spits on you as you walk along a busy street, you know you're in China.
When you can't find a single scrap of lettuce to have with the salad dressing you miraculously discovered in a tiny import shop, you know you're in China.
When you can buy ten peaches for one Canadian dollar, yet cereal costs ten Canadian dollars, you know you're in China.
China, China, China, the land of endless surprises and improbabilities. Time to pack for my trip tomorrow evening.