Every time I go on a business trip, I try to look for places that I could either ski or go caving in. In Harbin, China, the language and Internet information differences were too big for me to figure out if there were any caves that I could visit. However, there was a reportedly nice bookstore that was built to resemble a cave.
Unfortunately, the bookstore was closed on the (holiday period) day that we visited there. Oh well. Not a cave, and not even getting in. The lamest work trip caving experience so far?
We visited the cave bookstore on a morning after a big, big meal and many refreshments. Here's one of the two whole lambs that we ate:
So I have to say we were a tad tired. But the meal and the drinking was not the only reason for this, for I had spent the night packing and the stressing out what to do with my flight tickets, as the Air China flights suddenly were 3 hours delayed... making me miss my connection. I ended up sleeping maybe three or four hours altogether that night, spending an hour and half on the Air China customer service line, and occasionally glancing at the sunrise:
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