How to go broke in Beijing.
Simple: get sick and need furniture at the same time.
Today saw me spend a colossal amount of money: firstly, I had to head to SOS clinic (the international clinic) to get some antibiotics for a (now) diagnosed chest infection (apparently I can look forward to these pretty regularly over the next year).
Drugged up and feeling a little better, I then headed out to the second largest IKEA in the world. And shit me sideways, it did not disappoint: and by disappoint I mean ‘go easy on me in anyway’. Firstly, no one spoke a work of english (fair enough, I am in China). Secondly, every second Chinese person was there: it was like being in a slow moving queue to get into a rock concert, except without fun or cleanliness. And finally, I had to spend a shittonne of money just to get out of there alive.
Now a miracle is needed: please god, let it all get delivered tomorrow. This has been a bad China day, brought to you by the letter ‘F’ (as in ‘F’ me). Additionally I came home and Leno was on - god this guy sucks.