Is that a dumpling in your pocket or are you just glad to see me

We finished up in Xi'an last night in another five story 5,000 person restaurant. This time the specialty was the famous 17 course dumpling feast. Very good, very filling and a few of the stuffings very mysterious. Still except for the fact that Marian would have been happier at the Muslim Halal joint next door (half the dumplings were "pork and...") it was the usual delight ful scene with happy servers and travelers as far as the eye could see.

Next about 15 of us went to one of the very common foot massage joints where four of us in a small room were descended upon by four well trained giggling 20 year old girls in matching yellow jump-suits who kneaded us into relaxation. Very  rated and yet very exotic.  You can see how this kind of a place could be remade into something x rated for weary male businessmen far from home...but this was just good wholesome fun.

Off to the airport and a long bus ride to our boat for the Yangtze...Gambai!

Perhaps I was wrong about the Red Sox...sorry Steve. But its not over yet right...hard to keep the day straight. Its Wednesday morning now.