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Take No Notice, a short story from China.

Take No Notice a short story from China.

Take No Notice, a short story from China.

After a prolonged period of stability, I finally bid Belgium farewell in the summer of 2009. Uninspired by life in grey, uneventful Brussels, I headed off to China for an unforgettable year of teaching and traveling.


I was beginning to think we’d never get to Qufu. The journey from Tai’an was only supposed to take an hour, but our sweatbox of a bus had been stopping at five minute intervals to pick up the entire province (and their mothers). As a result, the vehicle was now audibly straining under the weight of its occupants. Moreover, and merely adding to the misery, the overhead fans weren’t working and the man sitting behind me had farted. 

Another downside was our bus driver. He was a skinny rake of a boy, surely no older than 18, dressed in oversized trousers and a silly cap. Unfortunately for his passengers, he had no concept at all of how to appropriately use the brake. Rather, he simply honked his way through the entire journey as if he were Sandra Bullock in Speed

Take No Notice, a short story from China.

Take No Notice, a short story from China.

“Beeeep!!!! We need to get these people to Qufu before sunset!”

The guy honked at every vehicle he came across. He also honked at the people he was about to pick up on the side of the road. He honked at the sun for shining so damn brightly and when there was nothing left to honk at he honked some more, just because he could. When we finally honked into Qufu, there was a palpable sense of relief for everyone on board as we oozed out of the bus like molten liquid.

“Thank god that’s over!” I puffed.

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Located in the walled old town, Qufu International Youth Hostel turned out to be surprisingly nice! It was a simple setup, just three dorms and half a dozen well-kept rooms set around a cosy courtyard. We grabbed a private double, before heading to the common room to chat with the receptionist.

I remember her as an exceptionally hardworking girl who seemed to run the place virtually single-handed. Furthermore, she had a decent level of English and a genuine love for being helpful and friendly. “It’s pronounced choo foo,” she told us with a playful wink. “Small town, only eighty thousand. Almost everything here is tourism, many Chinese people crazy for Confucius”.

Qufu International Youth Hostel in China.

Qufu International Youth Hostel.

Good old Confucius was also the reason we’d come to Qufu. To check out his hometown and the plethora of sights in his honour. These included Confucius Temple, Confucius Mansions and the so-called Confucius Forest. Not that either of us were Confucius scholars. In fact, beyond the basics… author of classic texts, speaker of wise words… I didn’t know much about him. “He was creator of golden rule”, explained the girl with a proud smile. 

Do not do to others what you do not want done to yourself”.

She then handed us a map, helpfully circling the town’s key sights. Talking us through everything, she even marked out the best walking route to get there. 

Qufu City Map Shandong province China

Take No Notice, a short story from China.

We were studying the map on one of the common room sofas when a tall, bald, middle-aged man shuffled over and sat across from us. Straight away I clocked the self-important sneer pasted across his creased face. He had a fountain pen in one hand, a large, leather-bound notebook in the other. 

“Here to join the lines of scurrying rats?”

he drawled, in a thick Australian accent, his open mouth exposing an unsightly row of yellowing teeth. “Uh…” I began, but he wasn’t interested in my answer. “Come… see… take your photographs and leave… learn nothing”. With a sideways glance, eyebrows raised, S got up and made for reception to order a pot of green tea. This left me alone with Lord Pompous, who was now staring at me with a look of palpable disdain. 

Confucius looking wise Take No Notice a short story from China

Confucius: Pondering his next amazing piece of advice.

“Oh I’m just jesting,” he chuckled, opening his notebook and flicking through its scribbled pages. “Well… sort of”. There followed an awkward silence, one that remained until S returned with the tea. “How long are you here for?” he eventually asked. “What length of time have you deemed appropriate to gauge a scrap of wisdom from the wisest of Earth’s sages?”

Take No Notice a short story from China.

Confucius, a wise old dude.

“Just a couple of nights” I replied. “Then we’re off to Shanghai”. He actually snorted at this, eyes fixed on his book. “How about you?” I asked flatly. “I have been here for eighteen months and three days” he answered, jotting something down on his pad. “And I shall remain here until my studies are complete”.

Take No Notice, a short story from China.


As irksome as this guy clearly was, I nevertheless found myself intrigued. Thus we offered him a glass of tea, which he wordlessly accepted, and sat listening to his smug, humourless monologues. He was here to learn about Confucius, he told us. To spread the word of his teachings and to eradicate from his body and mind the ills of the modern world. Above all, he insisted, the goal was to “reach the state of true enlightenment”. 

“One day”, he said, sipping from his tea, “an ordinary housewife approached Confucius for advice on a private matter that was troubling her greatly. After carefully listening to her story, Confucius advised her to… take no notice”.

Confucius Take No Notice a short story from China

Take No Notice, a short story from China.

Here our storyteller paused to glare at us with diluted eyes, presumably for dramatic effect. “Many years later” he continued, “the housewife was making dinner for her family when she suddenly remembered the words: Take no notice. She froze, dropping a carrot into the broth and realised that…. she was now enlightened”.

Take No Notice. Confucius Chinese philosopher.

Take No Notice, a short story from China.

Smiling politely, S and I sat there waiting for more. But soon enough we realised that the story was finished. A short while later, Confucius groupie got up, cleared his throat, scooped up his stuff and walked off without saying a word. I had so many questions. 

What exactly had been troubling the woman?

What was the meaning of take no notice?

How the hell had this led to any kind of enlightenment?

Take no Notice

The inner courtyard at Qufu International Youth Hostel.

Regrettably, the only conclusion I could come to was that Confucius’ wisdom had fallen flat. And that said knowledge had failed to teach the Australian to say goodnight to people when he left a room. Or indeed the importance of a simple “thank you” when someone treats you to a cup of tea.

Chinese Green Tea Take No Notice a short story from China

Green Tea: Helps one deal with assholes.

We’d expected the Confucius sights to be busy, but wow had we been ill-prepared for the circus that awaited us. When we arrived at the ticket office it was absolutely heaving, a long line snaking out of the main courtyard onto the street. It was mayhem, with rabid taxi drivers and souvenir sellers aggressively hassling anyone in sight.

Queuing patiently, we eventually got the vouchers needed to access San Kong, Qufu’s three hallowed sites. Passing through the turnstiles, we entered the temple complex and I immediately knew we’d underestimated just how vast the place was.

Historical Plan Confucius Temple Qufu.

A historical plan of Confucius Temple, Qufu.

According to the historical info that came with our tickets, Confucius Temple is a 16.000 square metre complex that takes up one fifth of Qufu town! Inside, there are four hundred and sixty six buildings, halls and pavilions devoted to Confucius and his many descendants.

The approach to the main temple is a pretty one. Following the main path, we passed through numerous courtyards with towering trees and stone sculptures. Then, over a crumbling bridge overlooking an algae-infested stream.

Take No Notice, a short story from China.

Confucius Temple Take No Notice a short story from China

Confucius Temple, Qufu.

Arriving at the main temple, the charm of the place literally dissolved in an instant as an ocean of tourists consumed us. Parents yapped at their unruly children. Teenage girls took endless photos of themselves with their wretched selfie sticks. We found ourselves poked, shoved and knocked as we went, a sense of claustrophobia rapidly setting in. What should have been a place of pure tranquility and reflection had been reduced to nothing short of a Confucius Disney World.

Temple of Confucius in Qufu China.

Take No Notice, a short story from China.

Photo courtesy of Kanegen. 

The tour groups were the worst. Immense, antisocial blocks of people led around by guides with giant flags attached to their backs. Addressing their clients through loudspeakers, the guides blared out unbroken streams of information, their customers bobbing after them like cattle. I tried to take no notice, but the whole experience was too intense. Following a very brief look inside the temple, we hastily exited, resolving to get as far away from everyone as we could.

Calligraphy on fan Qufu China.

Take No Notice, a short story from China.

Happily, things were more manageable at the various Confucius Mansions. In one building there was an elderly gentleman selling traditional Chinese fans. They were really handsome creations, so much so that I decided to purchase one. This brought a warm, wide smile out of the old guy.

Fanmaker Confucius Hall Qufu Shandong Province China

My greatest fan.

Much to my delight, he proceeded to decorate the fan with a handwritten Confucius quote in black ink. Having asked my name, he dipped his calligrapher’s pen back into the pot and wrote Leighton in both English and Chinese. Satisfied with his handiwork, he applied his official stamp and handed me my new treasure.

Take No Notice, a short story from China.

Confucius Temple Qufu China.

Take No Notice, a short story from China.

Later, upon entering Confucius Forest, it was back to the distastefulness of tourist mania. The main path led to Confucius’ tomb, where crowds jostled for prime photo positions. With no appetite whatsoever to fight our way to the front, S and I just stood surveying the situation. In the end, I had to wait over ten minutes to grab a shot of his gravestone unencumbered by arms, legs, heads and backpacks.

Confucius' Grave Qufu China.

Confucius Forest, Qufu.

We were leaving the forest when I came upon the nearby grave of Confucius’ son. His headstone was faded, overgrown and largely ignored by the salivating masses. Now here was a prime example of people embodying the Take No Notice mantra. Although I suspect this wasn’t what Confucius had in mind.

Crazy crowds at Confucius Temple in China

Battling our way through the crowds towards the exit.

Back at the hostel, the girl at reception was keen to hear about our experiences. She whooped joyfully at the sight of my fan and nodded politely as we described the day’s frustrations.

Tired and hungry, we ordered some pork dumplings and spent the rest of the night chilling in the courtyard outside our room. Having checked out the following morning, we enjoyed a leisurely breakfast of hostel-cooked omelettes, complimented by a giant watermelon bought from a street vendor across the road.

Take No Notice, a short story from China.

A very watermelon breakfast Qufu China

Take No Notice, a short story from China.

We were literally on our way out when the Australian guy appeared. Greeting nobody, he settled down on one of the sofas, switched on the TV and sat watching a crappy martial arts movie. I could have gone over to say goodbye. To wish him all the best with his studies and the rest of his stay in Qufu. Instead, I opted to Take No Notice. Even after much reflection, I’m convinced it was the right thing to do. Who knows, maybe even Confucius himself would’ve approved. 

Qufu Railway Station.

Qufu Railway Station.

Photo courtesy of Vmenkov.

By the time our taxi pulled up at Qufu Railway Station, what had started as light rain was now edging into torrential territory. Dashing over to the entrance hall, we were both soaked by the time we got inside. “Oh crap!” I said, gazing up at the departures board. “It’s delayed an hour”. Settling down in one of the rows of hideous red plastic chairs, I cast my eyes around the glum hall. Perhaps the loosest interpretation of train station I’d ever seen.

Take No Notice, a short story from China.

Qufu Train Station Take No Notice a short story from China

Qufu Train Station: I loved what they’d done with the place.

Sections of the stone floor were cracked, while a few of the windows were nothing more than unglazed frames. Consequently, the slanting rain had begun to spray inside, dampening people in the first row of seats. Realising there wasn’t even a vending machine on offer, I fired off a quick prayer to the gods of train departures.

But of course the hour came and went with no word, the rain getting heavier and heavier. Peering outside, I was discouraged to see serious flooding, an arriving taxi stranded in deep water halfway across the square. 

Flooding at Qufu Railway Station.

Take No Notice, a short story from Qufu.

Some people in the station were getting restless. A group had crowded around the guard, who stood at the entrance gate to the station’s sole platform. With no way of effectively communicating with anyone, we decided to call the girl at the hostel. Handing my mobile phone to the guard, she conversed with him for a bit before coming back to me with some disappointing news. 

“There is a long delay… you need to wait”.

Torrential rain Qufu China.

Flooding at Qufu Railway Station.

So wait we did. S read her book and I amused myself by walking around the hall listening to The Beta Band’s Dry The Rain on repeat. I was back in my seat and on the verge of sleep when a garbled announcement came through the speakers, followed by a sudden rush towards the platform.

Out we went, only to find ourselves among a large group of people huddling under a corrugated iron shelter. Everyone’s eyes were straining down the single track. Ten trainless minutes later the guard brought out newspapers for those who wanted to sit. Some more time passed. 

“Leighton… wake up!”

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It was S tugging at my sleeve. Through my bleary eyes I could make out two distant headlights coming slowly towards us through the fog. Then a horn sounded out, a triumphant noise that got me up on my feet, putting on my backpack and shaking the pins and needles out of my toes. It was late afternoon and the light was already fading. We were way, way behind schedule, but it didn’t matter. Because we were about to board our train. We were about to get warm and dry. We were going to Shanghai!

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  • Lyssy In The City

    Hopefully Confucius is taking no notice of how his grave has become such a tourist operation. The Australian sure sounds like a weird yet intriguing dude. Wonder if he’s still there haha

    April 26, 2023 - 4:44 pm Reply
    • Leighton

      Nice one, Lyssy, I like it. As for Australian guy, I can only imagine what kind of creature he’s turned into if he’s been living in Qufu these past 14 years. Thanks for reading!

      April 26, 2023 - 7:50 pm Reply
  • Toonsarah

    Your Australian ‘friend’ sounds like a real travel snob, always judging other people’s arrangements and feeling superior about his own! Best to follow his own advice and taken no notice of him 😀 As for the crowds, I can just imagine how they would kill any atmosphere around the sights.

    April 26, 2023 - 5:07 pm Reply
    • Leighton

      The “vibe” of the place was completely destroyed by the crowds, It just became this experience to get through rather than fully absorb. I am sure that it would’ve been an absolute delight to stroll around with just a little time and space to drink everything in. Thanks for checking in, Sarah.

      April 26, 2023 - 7:52 pm Reply
  • kagould17

    Whoever said “Getting there is half the fun” must have been a sadist. Travel, when it goes well is a dream and when it goes badly, is a great blog post, which this is Leighton. The inherent risks just riding the honking fanless bus with the rake driving and Farty McFarterson behind you were likely too numerous to count. Love your story on the Confucius scholar spouting off minimalist Confucius directives and parables. Best to Take No Notice of him. I recall a period in my crude youthful schooling where me and the rude boys would go around spouting off faux Confucius parables, such as Confucius say, Man who look around corner with h— on, get kink in d—. Yikes. Oh the hell storm that is a PRC tour group is not confined to their home country. We have spotted them world wide and it is to the point that we will often stay away from the main tourist spots. Travel broadens the mind, for sure. Happy Wednesday Leighton. Allan

    April 26, 2023 - 5:19 pm Reply
    • Leighton

      You’ve given me several good laughs here Allan on what has admittedly been a helluva shitty day. I am curious to know more about your crude youth and the rude boys. Thanks for always reading fully and for your entertaining comments. You might want to copyright Farty McFarterson, I think Marvel may have just found their new superhero. I mean, if Ant Man made it past the ideas table…

      April 26, 2023 - 7:57 pm Reply
      • kagould17

        Sorry to hear about your shitty day. Hope it is getting better. As to my rude youth and the rude boys, that would fit almost any Grade 5 boy in the 1960s, the kind that appreciate a good limerick, belch or such. Fortunately, I outgrew it or I would have been doomed to a solitary life. As to FM, his super power could be gas passing, his sidekick might be Flat U. Lance and his Kryptonite might be Pepto Bismol. 💨💨Cheers

        April 27, 2023 - 12:41 am
      • Leighton

        It’s a winner. I’ll see if I can get in touch with a few of my old Hollywood contacts.

        April 27, 2023 - 10:10 am
  • wetanddustyroads

    Green tea is great for many things (I’ll remember it for the ‘asshole part’ in future). Wow, I had no idea that Confucius was such an important man in China (or then Qufu for that matter). The milling mass of people sounds intense, but at least you could get away with a lovely fan. The train station sounds like a challenge … no, what am I talking about, your China trip so far sounds like a challenge! Back to the Aussie guy: “Me thinks he spent too much time between too many people and he became angry” – not Confucius say, but Corna say!

    April 26, 2023 - 5:44 pm Reply
    • Leighton

      Thanks Corna, no wonder I eventually named this series ‘Challenged in China’ eh? Yup, the challenges came thick and fast alright. I am in total agreement about your theory on the Aussie guy and love the idea of “Corna says”. On that, I would definitely ‘take notice’.

      April 26, 2023 - 8:02 pm Reply
  • Memo

    Confucius was too easily coopted by the communists to mean that you should do your assigned role and leave decision making to the decision makers. “Take no notice” is a real shorthand way of saying to stay in your lane. Take care of your assigned duties and leave everything else to those who are assigned to take care of it. A bureaucrat’s bureaucrat. But I’m sure you noticed. Great story. Especially, the bus, the Aussie and the rain.

    April 26, 2023 - 6:25 pm Reply
    • Leighton

      Ha Memo, your angle on Take No Notice made me smile. That’s all I’ll say because, you know, Sladja and I might want to travel around China again one day ha ha. Thanks, as always, for the careful read and for your valuable additions to the comment threads.

      April 26, 2023 - 8:05 pm Reply
  • Monkey's Tale

    After seeing those crowds I guess I understand a bit why the Aussie guy was so pompus. Waiting for the train is so similar to our train rides in India and why we stopped taking them there! Maggie

    April 26, 2023 - 6:39 pm Reply
    • Leighton

      I think that was the worst train experience I had in China, so maybe I got off lightly ha ha. Funnily enough, during my third stint in China (2017-2019) I was super impressed by the national train system and would tell anyone who’d listen how it put Britain’s train networks to shame. As for India… oh yeah, when things went wrong there, it was with bells on top.

      April 26, 2023 - 8:17 pm Reply
  • Stan

    So well written leighton and such clever usage of the story’s title throughout this entertaining romp. australian confucius groupie sounds like a major knob as so many of your compatriots are fond of saying. confucius disney? think i’ll stick to the one they’ve got in orlando.

    April 26, 2023 - 8:26 pm Reply
    • Leighton

      ConfAussie-us was indeed a massive knob. I wonder what ever became of him. Well, not that often to be honest with you. I would also opt for the busyness of Florida’s Disney World over a repeat experience in Qufu. It’s a shame, because as an attraction it could be such an authentic and worthwhile experience. Cheers, Stan!

      April 26, 2023 - 8:30 pm Reply
  • Travels Through My Lens

    Another entertaining story, Leighton! Starting with the child-driver honking incessantly, to the annoying Australian (he would have very bad luck here in France with his poor manners), to the Disneyesque type feel to the Confucius attractions (reminds me of the Golden Temple in Kyoto); it sounds like a well written comedy. Maybe someday we’ll see your adventures on the silver screen!

    April 26, 2023 - 8:53 pm Reply
    • Leighton

      Ha, I should be so lucky! Thanks Tricia for your usual fun comment and for taking the time to read these longer pieces in full. Sladja has been to the Golden Temple in Kyoto and concurs with your sentiments.

      April 26, 2023 - 9:54 pm Reply
  • bronlima

    There is always the know-it-all traveller who has done it more cheaply, longer more quickly, harder, more deeply, more detailed, more knowingly, more wonderfully…….. more stupidly …… than oneself.

    April 26, 2023 - 9:42 pm Reply
    • Leighton

      Quite right, Geoff. And I’ve actually been fortunate, for the most part, in that I haven’t bumped into that many over the years. Or at least I have managed to avoid conversing by clocking them early and heading in another direction. Thanks for your comment!

      April 26, 2023 - 10:01 pm Reply
  • grandmisadventures

    There’s something very profound in the ‘Take No Notice’ idea…take no notice of the crazy boy driver and his poor road etiquette. take no notice of the somewhat grumpy pompus man who thinks his learning is more important. take no notice of the mundane process of making dinner. take no notice of the masses of crowds in this spiritual place and find your own quiet. take no notice of the weather and the delays. take no notice of anything that takes away from what enlightens you….but like all profound ideas, so much easier to say than it is to put in practice.

    April 26, 2023 - 10:24 pm Reply
    • Leighton

      Love it Meg, thanks for your thoughts as always. I have never been that good at ‘taking no notice’ of stuff. In fact, I’m much more likely to let things wind me up or fester in my mind. Although I have been getting better with this as I get older. I hope everything is well with you all in sunny (?) Tennessee. I dropped you an email a while back, but not sure if it’s an address you check regularly.

      April 26, 2023 - 10:43 pm Reply
      • grandmisadventures

        I’m that way too, I need to practice the take no notice. Some things are just too hard to ignore. Oh I’m so sorry I didn’t get your email! Can you send it again and I’ll be on the lookout for it ( I hope all is well for you. We are doing good here, we have finally rebooked our canceled trips of last year and in a few weeks we’re on our way to the city of lights! 🙂

        April 27, 2023 - 12:54 am
  • rkrontheroad

    A shame that the sprawling monument to a great philosopher has turned into Disney World. I think the creep studying there will never find enlightenment until he at least finds kindness.

    April 26, 2023 - 10:57 pm Reply
    • Leighton

      Well said, Ruth. Judgmental and sneering are surely obstacles to the true enlightenment he seeks, whatever that even means. Thanks for your marathon catch up!

      April 26, 2023 - 11:28 pm Reply
  • Mike and Kellye Hefner

    This was certainly an interesting visit to coo-foo! I don’t suppose you reached enlightenment there. But if you didn’t, it was probably because of the throngs of people. (You know how Mike and I are about being in crowds.) It’s unavoidable at times though. The Australian dude sounds like maybe he was hiding out – do you think he was on the lam after robbing a bank or something? Perhaps he was just an old hippie. I would’ve been like you in the train station: about to pull my hair out. So glad you finally made the train. Can’t wait to hear about Shanghai!

    April 27, 2023 - 3:44 am Reply
    • Leighton

      Qufu was an amazing experience but you’re right, I cannot claim to have been enlightened in any way. I think the hippie theory is about right with Aussie guy, though I love the idea that he could be some kind of fugitive back down under. Cheers, Kellye!

      April 27, 2023 - 10:44 am Reply
  • Lookoom

    Another weird encounter, I wonder how this Australian will have commented on your meeting in his notes.

    April 27, 2023 - 4:41 am Reply
    • Leighton

      Now ‘that’ would be worth seeing ha ha. Ah, on second thoughts, I almost certainly wouldn’t like what I read. I guess that diary is still lying around somewhere, fourteen years later.

      April 27, 2023 - 10:48 am Reply
  • Rebecca

    I had no idea there was a town dedicated to Confucius, but then again, I’m not surprised! Never heard of Qufu, but sounds like throughout all of the honking bus driver boys, pretentious Australian scholars, and jostling crowds, you were certainly enlightened on this trip! 😆

    April 27, 2023 - 5:48 am Reply
    • Leighton

      I wonder how Confucius World has developed over the years, and how it was affected by COVID. Thanks for reading, Rebecca!

      April 27, 2023 - 10:55 am Reply
  • anoush

    I am not by any measure a connoisseur of Eastern philosophies and religions. From what I do know about Buddhism and Confucianism, both systems come across as cold, hostile to quite normal human emotions and behaviours. The Australian pompous ‘scholar’ is unkind and has no humility, and then when you see the Disneyfication of the Confucius memorial, than you wonder if he kind of, beyond his poor manners, has a point. So many places are like that today that I wish I could take no notice of it. I love the ‘honking’ paragraph. It is such a staple of the traffic and life in China, the incessant honking.

    April 27, 2023 - 8:49 am Reply
    • Leighton

      You make some really interesting points Anoush, I don’t disagree with any of it. Thanks so much for reading and contributing, I’m glad this story resonated with you about aspects of living in mainland China.

      April 27, 2023 - 11:01 am Reply

    Oh, so many recognisable features here, the crowds, the bloody irritating selfies, the stupid posing. These are the things you have to try and rise above when visiting the “big” sites. We all know that but it doesn’t make it any easier! I swear I met Lord Pompous’s English cousin in Hanoi…when the receptionist asked the usual “where you go next?” as he checked out, he blustered “none of your bloody business” in his public school accent. Oaf. Oh and by the way, Confucius he say, man who farts lots should check first if fan is working.

    April 27, 2023 - 2:49 pm Reply
    • Leighton

      Oh yeah, I never even detailed all the posing, but you’re quite right. Sometimes I wonder what goes through people’s heads when they do duckfaces, arms aloft with peace signs, kung fu kicks and spread-eagled jumps in front of historic monuments. Each to their own, I guess. Ha ha, Confucius was definitely on the money with his thoughts on bus-farting.

      April 27, 2023 - 9:38 pm Reply
  • Anna

    Confucius say, man who goes to bed with itchy bum, wake up with smelly finger. 🤣🤣🤣

    April 27, 2023 - 3:39 pm Reply
    • Leighton

      Oh lord, Anna!

      April 27, 2023 - 9:38 pm Reply
  • Anna

    Confucius also say man who goes through airport turnstile sideways is going to Bangkok

    April 27, 2023 - 3:41 pm Reply
    • Leighton

      Are you sure these sayings didn’t come from Confucius’ younger, lesser known brother, the famous drunk philosopher Con-sloshed-ius?

      April 27, 2023 - 9:43 pm Reply
      • Anna

        Hahaha! I remebered all of those while reading your post. As kids we used to do those confucius jokes all the time. The fact they all came back to me, and that I still laughed, reflects on my immaturity I guess! 41 going on 14 🤣🤣🤣

        April 28, 2023 - 3:08 am
  • Anna

    Confucius say man who run in front of car get tired

    April 27, 2023 - 3:42 pm Reply
    • Leighton

      …. or end up in hospital! 🙂

      April 27, 2023 - 9:43 pm Reply
  • travelling_han

    I had no idea Confucius was born here, what an interesting place to visit. I won’t pretend I’m a philosophy expert but I absolutely love that fan, what a treasure! The farting on the crowded bus and the manic crowds don’t sound quite so good!

    April 28, 2023 - 10:41 pm Reply
    • Leighton

      Treasure is the right word Han, what a pity that fan has spent so many of the last 14 years sitting in various boxes in differing local locations. One day I’ll get it back when Sladja and I finally have a home. Thanks for reading!

      April 29, 2023 - 9:56 am Reply
  • NortheastAllie

    This sounds like a busy adventure!

    April 28, 2023 - 10:57 pm Reply
    • Leighton

      Thanks for dropping by Allie.

      April 29, 2023 - 9:53 am Reply
  • WanderingCanadians

    The transportation situation sounds awful. First with that rammed bus with all that honking and then with the delayed train and all that rain. Glad to hear you got where you needed to go though. Dealing with the crowds sucks. And I totally agree about how tour groups are the worst. It’s a good reminder why we don’t join them, unless it’s a small group or grants us access into somewhere that otherwise would have been off limits.

    May 2, 2023 - 3:46 pm Reply
    • Leighton

      It’s funny, back on that first trip there were lots of difficulties with buses and trains. But by the time I got to my third stint in China I’d become a champion of their public transport services, particularly subways and trains. Tour groups.. ugh… there are few saving graces. Even just a few weeks ago we experienced them destroying the vibe at the Acropolis in Athens. Thanks for checking in!

      May 2, 2023 - 10:04 pm Reply

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