The shrine was nice, and Erjiujiu behaved himself, apart from several slipups where he tried to start an argument about which route is best, to which I replied with a sharp, internationally understood “ep ep ep ep ep ep!” and a scolding finger.
Then we hung out at the mall and got coffee. We went home to regroup, and the three of us left again to see a traditional Sichuan opera.
We took a taxi that dropped us off in a beautiful, unbelievably clean, pedestrian street. It’s really sad that we have nothing this nice in the US. We walked around for a bit, until we ran into a young man, walking around with an open laptop that had a professional audio interface connected to it and a nice webcam attached. He was interviewing people, so I guess he was doing some video blogging. He noticed me noticing him, so of course I was now in his show.
Then we went to a tea house that’s right outside the opera house, since free tea was included in our tickets. The tea house was full of ear cleaners. In China, these are actual people who walk around with a set of tools, offering people to get their ears cleaned for money. They clink one of them, which looks like giant tweezers, to announce their presence, which is really loud and annoying, because some ten cleaners are present in the tea house, and they are present very close to you.
The opera was fine. The set, lighting, and costumes are impressive. The story line is very thin, and the emphasis is on acts of acrobatics, singing and dancing. Some of these acts are good, especially the acrobatics. Some of them are pretty lame, like the dancing and acting. Generally speaking, the performers seemed very indifferent. Erjiujiu supplied some action as he kept pointing at things for us, in case we missed the stuff that was happening right in front of our fucking faces. Luckily, Julia was sitting right between the two of us, so he didn’t bother me that much.
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