It was around 6 PM. I just got done with a study session, and I’m about to find food. I was feeling like eating KFC. I wanted to see how KFC tailors their services and products to the Chinese people. I was in that area the week before, so I thought I knew how to get there. The place is about 15 minutes away on foot. I leave my apartment on the hunt for fried chicken. As the sunsets, and the weather cools, I make my way to KFC, but about 15 minutes in, I recognize nothing. I made a wrong turn and now I have to find an alternate route. I don’t mind it. My homework is done, and I thought this would be a nice way to explore the city a bit more. 30 minutes had passed before I found the street that led me to KFC. I ordered a 10-yuan ($1.5) chicken burger. It was amazing. It was crispy, had lettuce, tomato, and mayo. The bun was also nicely backed. Not bad for $1.5. I noticed a difference in that there was a person whose sole job was to pick up after clients. She waited for me to finish my meal, and get up from my chair. Promptly, she picked up the tray and cleaned the table. I left to go back to my apartment, and made another wrong turn. I grabbed some Happy Lemon tea and headed down that street (great bubba tea, by the way). After about 45 minutes of walking, the sun had set. I walked into a large crowd of people, ages 30-70, who danced on the street to local music. It was like a waltz type of dance, really low tempo and traditional. They each danced with a person, mostly women dancing with each other, they twirled each other around in a modest way, and people gathered around them to watch. After about an hour, I finally made it back to my apartment; Hungry again.
