A short bald Brad Pitt walking in China

For: Juan Ignacio Sánchez (text and photos)

I have not counted here, but I hope there is almost none of the usual on this blog who does not know, at this point, I'm back in Madrid, not least because many of you I've been to rods. I explain to the astonished, to understand something, what I did so far was to write false Direct, since my journey had begun months before the birth of Travel to the Past. That is why, while on the blog I am about to enter China, in real life as close to a Chinese state today I was going down to the store for Aquarius.

I've been thinking a lot these days whether to continue writing, and found no reason not to, unless otherwise directed by the editors and friends VaP.. First, because I want to finish what I started. I've had it so good living telling, to continue to do so will be a way of not forgetting. Secondly, because knowing that I have in VaP., you are free to the photo shoot and verbiage, book and I repeat like a parrot.

That said, way to tell my arrival in China, which had its crumb. Because, no mistake, We have all heard so much about these formidably tight Chinese, I imagined crossing the border (did overland from Laos) and finding a guy in machine gun that forced me to kiss a picture of Mao to avoid jail.

Me devoro an arroz con ¿bacon? frito, ribs then I thought no longer necessary to try dog ​​meat.

Not so, almost, but well we checked up fillings. So we were surprised, that the immigration document my friend Ro put in his box was Male (man), and I, where I had to put the country of origin, We wrote my last name ..., like he was born in Sanchezmartinezlandia.

We went to China without further mishaps. First stop, I devoured the food ... rice with ¿bacon? frito, ribs then I thought no longer necessary to try dog ​​meat, and pieces of pork liver, accompanied all seven chillies and twelve liters of water ...

While I cast fire-breathing, the ro is set to take pictures with the snack bar ... and then one of them, we called "Manolo" for their lack of femininity, the mosque with the other and starts to cry and become the victim because she did not have invited the picture ...

We arrived at our destination at last, Jing Hong, a name that, sincerely, I am strongly in favor. ¿Has ido a china? Yes. And where have you been? And Jing Hong, Mola, of course ..., ¿no? And then we go to the check of the bus station to request a ticket for the next day, we want to go, to know why, a Yingyang, where indigenous communities live in mountain villages .... Sight, Saturn as if we, no worse .... All signs in Chinese and if anyone spoke English was on vacation ...
Then I see a target ... The only German I've seen in my life that speaks English worse than me ... married to a Chinese. Offered to help ... This is the scene: China requested the two tickets to the blockbuster YingYang, the cashier asks what is that ... The China moves in response to German German, and he translates it into an English that sounds like Berber q ... What gets me is what happened to me ... Let ro into Spanish, the joke escacharrao phone falls short ...

In paranoia I found that I spoke a little Chinese in Castilian and I answered in German.

In the end we get two tickets for a people who do not know where he is or what his name is ... and I understand that after I explain, when we get there, and if we ask for this YingYang, that around here do not really know if that Cambodian food is a fan club or the football club of Beijing. In paranoia I found that I spoke a little Chinese in Castilian and I answered in German.

The German, it feels a little sorry for the hassle, offers lead to a very cheap accommodation he knows, which is a very nice family and reliable ... and leads to a kind of farm on the outskirts of the city where we are 50 Chinese playing a card game where you must be to win the the strip against the table with more bad blood. Race, after, shakes ... And chuckle with his cigarette hanging Bogart to, y dicen oooooh, niiiiii, yuuuuuu, and words and.

And not content with that, says the German ... "Calm, at six I take you to dinner at a pretty good looking site ... "So there we have, dinner with the Chinese who laughs, very caring, and German tells me stories that I sound, to paraphrase the great Brandoli, a screech of brakes of a truck spent ...
We finally willing escaqueamos marriage, and we're going to kick a little ... We know a French Galician Spanish-speaking mother of the twelfth century and I think, but must have been born by that date, is still twice as Steven Seagle in action movies ...

This is the scene: two hundred Chinese and Chinese, at least, holding hands and making a giant circle .... The voice of a very courageous speaker.

Fed up laughing with him we decided to walk home .... The Frenchman says we're crazy, but we suck six or seven miles recalling the adventures of the day ... And when we, to faint, next to the house of the Chinese gamblers see a party ... and we get, clear.

This is the scene: two hundred Chinese and Chinese, at least, holding hands and making a giant circle .... The voice of a very courageous speaker, all are released and run off to make pineapple to the center of the circle, where there is a fire burning. Suddenly, a group of smiling notices that it seems that we Chinese are not very, and bring us closer, offer us cigars and we start talking too much too fast ... We face and answer them in Spanish ... Insightful talk ...

And then begin to ask us to make pictures with them ... And they get to line. There were about three or four cameras, and when the pictures are join hands, they take them to the face and are set to make bow. We have been ready to start signing autographs ... I felt a short bald Brad Pitt vallecano…

How I love cross borders ... How I love the surprise of everything again ... I applaud until the tabs while playing the keys ....

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Comments (3)

  • ricardo

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    And,and,and. Deshuevante. El Brad Pitt Vallecano. Landismo of good Juancho in pure!

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  • Javier

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    The spring rolls are how in Spain? And the sour pork? The Chinese that I have next to my house has me confused: no sé si es african food china o china china food in africa

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  • home

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    Moon, Juancho.. It is the best of your post.. It bueniísimo…
    Indeed, I want to see the photos,You know?

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