a line as far as you could see of tightly packed carts powered by bicycles filed single file along the alleys awaiting the beginning of the night market, the drivers waited patiently and muttered words to each other, probably phrases like good luck, but it all was chinese to me as we perused the backstreets of guilin sipping lightly on a tsingdao and drawing awkward stares from each set of eyes we passed, some curious, some protective and scared, giggling ladies took second glances while street vendors shouted broken english selling various food products pushing the spicy aromas into the exhaust filled warm more tropical air....later a dance club pounded out drum and bass while local hipsters sang along almost karaoke style and sometimes in good english, green lasers shot through the smoke machine fog revealling the entire walls of neon, people danced and let us sit quietly in the corner and observe...
i currently sit at a net bar, popular Internet cafes, this one is huge and filled with chinese playing a wide array of video games, warcraft and dance games, all ages and types of people competing with other gamers for the prize of victory as i pluck away at the keys, tired, freshly fever broken, reflecting on countless misadventures from the previous night, not awake enough to reminisce properly, and gearing up to take a bus to the neighboring mountain and river town of yangzhou, typing a few more words while the boys ready themselves for the weekends just getting started
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