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The Jellyfish Factor, a short story from China.

The Jellyfish Factor a short story from China by Leighton Travels

The Jellyfish Factor, a short story from China.

Cover photo courtesy of Dan 90266.

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.


We’d been hanging out in Qingdao for just over a week when S and I decided on a change of scenery. Not that we were getting sick of the place, quite the opposite. By now we’d uncovered some much better beaches on the outskirts of town. We’d also dove deep into the city’s excellent restaurant scene and were pretty much part of the furniture at Lennon Bar.

“Where you go?” asked Paul Ramon, affable lead singer of the bar’s resident rock band. “To Yantai!” I replied excitedly. “Just for a break… we’ll be back in a few days”. “Mm, mm”, he hummed thoughtfully. 

“Yantai is ok… but be careful about jellyfish, they fucking everywhere”.

Smiling politely, I couldn’t work out what exactly Paul meant. There were lots of jellyfish? Lots of jellyfish having sex? Both? Whatever the case, I figured it would be fun to go, explore, and find out.

The Jellyfish Factor a short story from China.

The Jellyfish Factor, a short story from China.

Prior to departure, we booked a room at Yantai International Youth Hostel. It had looked like a decent choice when we discovered the place online. However, on arrival I quickly realised what a depressing hole it was. The word international obviously being some kind of joke. Indeed the disinterested girl moping around at reception spoke not a word of English, while all the information boards and notices were exclusively in Chinese.

The Chinese city of Yantai in Shandong Province

Yantai, Shandong Province, China.

Image courtesy of HaoLinFotos.

Then came the farcical process of checking in! First the girl claimed to have no record of our booking. Moreover, she blatantly tried to overcharge us for the room. Having agreed a new price, she then revealed there was no change in the register. It would be another two days before we eventually got our money back. With no elevator available, we had to climb four floors to our room, which appeared to be a mosquito breeding chamber.

“No!” growled S decisively, grimacing at a section of bloodstained wall.

Yantai International Youth Hostel.

Just another shitty Chinese hostel.

Back at reception, the girl begrudgingly gave us a new set of keys. And while the resulting second floor room was undoubtedly better, nobody had actually bothered to clean it. When that was finally done, nearly an hour later, I had to go back down to reception to ask for towels and toilet paper.

Even at this early stage I could see that reception girl was beginning to despise us. With the hostel channelling the charm of a hospital waiting room, S and I resolved to get out of dodge and see what the city had to offer. So off we went, down the depressing One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest corridors and out into the August sunshine.

Inside the depressing Yantai International Youth Hostel

The Jellyfish Factor, a short story from China.

It didn’t take long for us to see that Yantai was an exceptionally sleepy city. In fact, as we made our way down its half-deserted streets, it struck me that this was the first time the words quiet and China had entered my head in the same sentence. 

I was expecting this to be a whole other story by the time we made it to the city’s main stretch of beach. However, I couldn’t have been more mistaken. For the most part it was perfectly peaceful, which more than made up for the fact that Golden Beach was, on the whole, very ordinary. 

The Jellyfish Factor, a short story from China.

Golden Beach in Yantai.

Golden Beach, Yantai.

After a twenty minute walk down the beach I realised that there was nobody as far as the eye could see. Even the beach attendants were conspicuous in their absence. This enabled me to clamber up one of the many unmanned lifeguard stations for choice views across the coastline. My own private beach kingdom sweeping before me.

King of the Beach in Yantai China.

The King of Yantai.

Despite Paul Ramon’s warning, I was taken aback when we stumbled upon the first dead jellyfish. It was disgusting, an unsightly pile of grey sludge brought in by the tide. Then there was another, a rich sickly blue, and a couple more splattered forlornly by some empty deckchairs. 

The Jellyfish Factor short story from China

The Jellyfish Factor, a short story from China.

Suddenly, I spied a man in red swimming trunks striding towards us through the water. He had a wide grin pasted across his face and a large transparent jellyfish clutched in his hands, like some macabre trophy.

Stopping before us, the man fired off some speedy sentences in thick Mandarin before posing proudly for a photo. And then he set to work, ripping off the poor thing’s tentacles, until only the head was left. This, he duly popped into a plastic bag for safekeeping. 

“Oh god he’s going to eat it, isn’t he?” I whispered.

The Jellyfish Factor a short story from the series Challenged in China

The Jellyfish Factor, a short story from China.

On our way home there were more jellyfish. Some unwanted, others being picked apart by keen locals. We even came across a pair of men with a net actively trying to scoop up jellyfish that were drifting towards their doom.

Jellyfish hunting in Yantai China.

Jellyfish hunting.

Back at the silly hostel, we were amused to see that the cleaner had taken away our large towels and replaced them with what appeared to be loincloths. They were so comically small I just had to laugh, figuring after my next shower I’d have to choose which part of my body to dry. Perhaps the back of my neck, or say my right foot.

We also discovered a hilarious Self Laundry Room at the end of our corridor. This poky windowless cell was almost completely empty, save for two rusty old sinks. On the ground floor meanwhile, by the common room, we found a large, glass box room called Supermarket. Dark and dusty, with metal bars over the windows, it clearly hadn’t been operational for years. 

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The Jellyfish Factor, a short story from China.

Hostel nonsense aside, our Yantai days unfurled happily and uneventfully. Beyond a few shopping malls, endless restaurants and street markets, there wasn’t much to see or do. So we simply passed the days sunbathing, reading, swimming and avoiding dead jellyfish. Every morning, on our way to the beach, I’d stop at the same metal cart by the side of the road where a jolly woman sold slices of fresh melon.

The Jellyfish Factor, a short story from China.

Friendly Melon vendor Yantai China.

You’re twisting my melon, man!” etc.

For all its shortcomings Yantai’s beach scene was a great place to wile away a few days. For the first time in the entire trip it was possible to stop, take stock and enjoy some genuine rest. Indeed it was only during these days that it truly hit me that my first stretch of China travel was coming to an end. That soon, it would be time to make our way back up to Beijing where… hopefully… a teaching job of some kind awaited.

Yantai off-the-beaten-track China.

The Jellyfish Factor, a short story from China.

In the evenings we’d invariably visit a nearby food market, where we feasted on cheap chow at plastic, wobbly tables by the side of the road. There were some really wacky dishes on offer, such as deep fried chicken head, octopus stir-fry and fried jellyfish noodles. While I did my best to sample a little of everything, our preferred dishes were tried and tested favourites like pork dumplings and kung pao chicken.

Roadside restaurant Yantai China.

Roadside restaurant, Yantai.

One night, on our way back to the hostel, we came across a pool hall inhabited by a dozen or so serious-looking Chinese men. “Fancy a game?” I asked S with a grin. You could have heard a pin drop when we walked inside. A couple of guys even stopped their game to watch us play.

We were playing our second game when a floppy-haired teen sauntered over and began giving me tips as I was lining up my shots. Annoyingly, he seemed oblivious to the fact that a) I couldn’t understand what he was saying and b) I wanted him to sod off and leave us alone. Eventually, and I knew it was coming, he challenged me to a match.

The Jellyfish Factor, a short story from China.

The Jellyfish Factor a short story from China.

“Stop with the tips, already”. 

The mysterious white guy versus Yantai’s very own Vincent Lauria caused much excitement. So much so that all the other players abandoned their rivalries to come and watch. Disappearing into a back room, Lauria returned a few minutes later with a can of coke, a fancy, polished cue and a white glove Michael Jackson would’ve approved of. Amusingly, the boy put on quite a show as he slowly and carefully put his prize glove on. 

“International standard!” whispered one of the onlookers, leaning in close to my ear.

white Michael Jackson style snooker and pool glove

International standard!

Chalking a cue with my own gloveless hand, I looked on as the waitress came over to rack up and signal the start of the game. Without consulting me, Lauria broke off with a ferocious hit that smashed open the entire triangle. By the time the balls had stopped moving, I realised he’d potted two stripes! He then sank another ball, before crunching a fourth into the bottom right pocket.

When he finally missed, I managed to compose myself enough to awkwardly force one of my balls into a middle pocket. Phew, at least I was keeping things respectable. Sadly, I screwed up my next shot, thus I had no choice but to sit down and accept that it was almost certainly game over.

The Jellyfish Factor a short story from China.

The Jellyfish Factor, a short story from China.

And yet… over the following minutes… with missed ball after missed ball… I realised that Lauria’s approach to the game was irredeemably flawed. All he had in his locker, it seemed, was an inflexible barrage of cannon-blasting wallops. With no positional or safety play whatsoever.

Hence I patiently wore him down. Tapping a loose ball into the bottom right. Covering another pocket with a shot that left the white ball safely against one of the cushions. The more I clawed my way back, the more impatient and frustrated he became. Until finally, after a lengthy comeback, I defeated him on the black ball and a healthy round of applause echoed around the hall! The guy was actually very gracious in defeat, praising me through a friend, who spoke a bit of English.

“He want take you to food as congratulate! 

Do you like jellyfish?”


Yantai had been a fun distraction. But after four nights we decided to follow our hearts back to Qingdao. With The Old Observatory Hostel fully booked, a change of digs was in order. Taking care not to repeat the mistakes of Yantai, we researched hard before deciding to bed down at Kaiyue Hostel.

Our new home lacked The Observatory’s peaceful location and sweeping city views. But it did have the amazing Old Church Lounge, easily the most impressive hostel bar of our China travels. Stuffed with comfy sofas, modern furniture, intimate alcoves, a gaming corner and a movie room, we were so content we ended up staying the entire night ordering pizza, pasta and beers.

Kaiyue Hostel in Qingdao.

Kaiyue Hostel, Qingdao.

Our remaining time in Qingdao sped by in a blur of sightseeing days and Lennon Bar nights. One day we hiked up Xin Hao Shan Park (Signal Hill Park), a now familiar horribly-steep-hill-with-stone-steps hike complimented by a few Buddhist temples and ruins of military buildings dating back to the German occupation. 

Signal Hill Park Qingdao.

Xinhao Shan (Signal Hill Park), Qingdao.

At the park’s summit there were fine views from a rotating tower. Inside, we met a large Chinese family who insisted on having their picture taken with S. Not all together, of course, but one by one. A picture with the dad… a photo with Auntie Zhang… a shot with Grandma Wu. And so on. 

The Jellyfish Factor, a short story from China.

Christ's Church in Qingdao.

Christ’s Church, Qingdao

We also paid a visit to the bulbous Christ’s Church, probably the city’s most remarkable European structure. Built in 1910, the highlight was climbing the steps to the auditorium, a giant chamber capable of holding a thousand people! According to a sign, the church held weekly language exchange meetings between expats and locals.

Beer street in Qingdao China.

Tsingtao Brewery, Qingdao.

With the clock ticking down on our impending return to Beijing, we made sure to sneak in a visit to the Beer Museum at Qingdao’s famous brewery. Situated on the lively Beer Street (Dengzhou Road), the museum took us through the brewery’s history and offered a brief glimpse of the production floor.

There were also free samples, bottle-top artwork and a look at white-coated workers carrying out “quality control” tests in a laboratory. Most amusing of all was the Drunken House, where visitors get pulled around by unseen magnetic forces. At the exit turnstiles, for reasons that will forever remain unknown to me, stood two life-size statues of Laurel and Hardy.

The Jellyfish Factor a short story from China.

Beer Street, Qingdao.

It seemed only right to have our final Qingdao dinner on Beer Street itself, our table sitting beneath a hulking neon sign.  

“Tsingtao beer can give you passion and happiness!

Below this dubious proclamation, sat a massive portrait of Jesus floating among some clouds. If this wasn’t ludicrous enough, Mr. Christ was flanked by frothy beer mugs and a pair of dancing jellyfish.

Happy hour on Beer Street in Qingdao

Beer Street, Qingdao.

It felt weird hailing our taxi for Qingdao Railway Station. Our cross-country Chinese adventure was finally coming to an end and it was time to return to Beijing. We’d had an amazing four-week jaunt, taking in Tianjin, Jinan, Zhujiayu, Qufu, Tai’an, Shanghai, Yantai and Qingdao.

As much as I’d loved our China escapades so far, I was only too aware that a year living in the capital was going to be a whole other experience. That said, I remained genuinely clueless as to just how many twists and turns lay ahead.

‘The Jellyfish Factor’ is the 8th chapter of my short story series Challenged in China.

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  • Memo

    Quite a collection of experiences. I’ve never had fried chicken head – the feet were enough. And I don’t think I’ve seen a beer ad with Jesus, mugs of beer and jellyfish. Truly enjoyed the play by play of the pool game. Your descriptions were quite vivid. Good story.

    May 3, 2023 - 5:10 pm Reply
    • Leighton

      I would say that eating chicken feet and chicken head was similarly awful. So much bone and mushy “miscellaneous” fatty bits. I was quietly delighted when I won the pool match, and then felt guilty when he turned out to be gracious in defeat. Cheers, Memo!

      May 3, 2023 - 7:02 pm Reply
  • kagould17

    Looks like a great story to break the series on. What a shit show room and hostel. They truly seemed not to know or care about customer service. That whole show with jelly fish was I fear the local’s way of showing off in front of foreign tourists as was the pool game. Seems like many young locals the world over love the thrill of competition and perceived superiority. Glad you managed to claw your way back. Your description of the local “delicacies” is one reason we eat little or no Chinese food. That and my bad experience at a Dim Sum the morning after a night before where I may or may not have had too much beer at a wedding. Thanks for telling the tale Leighton. Have a great Wednesday. Allan

    May 3, 2023 - 5:13 pm Reply
    • Leighton

      Thanks for coming along through all these towns, cities and villages Allan. It’s been a blast getting this series off the ground, I’m looking forward to coming back to it later in the year.

      May 3, 2023 - 7:04 pm Reply
  • Little Miss Traveller

    Pity the ‘international’ styled hostel didn’t live up to expectations but as always you seemed to make the best of things. I can’t believe that anywhere in China can be so quiet and devoid of people but definitely a chance to relax undisturbed. I felt sorry for the poor jellyfish being ripped apart.

    May 3, 2023 - 6:48 pm Reply
    • Leighton

      I can’t think of many other placed (across all four years I spent in China) being as quiet as Yantai was back in the summer of 2009. I’m not sure how much ‘feeling’ jellyfish have but yes, being ripped apart can’t have been pleasant. Thanks for reading and commenting Marion, I have really enjoyed sharing these tales with everyone.

      May 3, 2023 - 7:08 pm Reply
  • christinenovalarue


    May 3, 2023 - 7:06 pm Reply

    I don’t think I’ve ever considered even considering whether jellyfish have feelings. I’m pretty sure I haven’t considered eating one either. And as for Jesus and the beer, I can only wonder if the sign depicted two glasses of water just before you looked up. Great reading again bud, great series.

    May 3, 2023 - 8:39 pm Reply
    • Leighton

      I have just been doing some reading and essentially Jellyfish have no feelings. No brain, heart or respiratory system and just a basic network of neurons. What a creature, eh? Thanks for reading!

      May 3, 2023 - 9:44 pm Reply
  • Mike and Kellye Hefner

    You know I’ve always loved your adventures, but this one is near the top of my list. It’s not just the place, but it’s your descriptions of the people, though both Yantai and Qingdao sound like awesome destinations. The jellyfish fisherman cracked me up at his excitement over his catch. I would not ever attempt to eat a jellyfish in any form or fashion, nor would I try fried chicken heads or octopus stir fry. Leighton, I’m afraid I wouldn’t be much of a world traveler because I’m not too adventurous when it comes to food, though Beer Street looks fun. I also loved the pool challenger. He’s probably something of a legend in Yantai – or at least in that neighborhood. They probably still talk about the British guy who brought him down that one time back in the day.

    May 3, 2023 - 9:44 pm Reply
    • Leighton

      I think when it comes to ‘out there’ food nothing tops China. So your reticence is understandable, Kellye. I love the idea of his defeat that evening going down in local pool hall history. Or maybe it happened just about every other week ha ha. Cheers, Kellye!

      May 3, 2023 - 10:10 pm Reply
  • anoush

    Brilliant, Leighton! From ‘the depressing One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest corridors’ to the jellyfish catcher to the international standard white glove. That bizarre neon sign with Jesus, beer mugs and on top of it all the dancing jellyfish might just be one of the most ridiculous things I’ve ever heard of. Another great story from the China collection…

    May 3, 2023 - 11:13 pm Reply
  • Anna

    Great as always! X

    May 4, 2023 - 3:19 am Reply
  • Monkey's Tale

    I was expecting the pool scene to go a completely different way, as I’m sure you were worried of at the time. Maybe I missed it but did you swim with the jellyfish? Maggie

    May 4, 2023 - 4:43 am Reply
    • Leighton

      No, I didn’t swim with any jellyfish thankfully. I think I remember seeing one or two bobbing around nearby when I took dip in the sea and that was surely enough. Thanks for dropping in, Maggie.

      May 4, 2023 - 8:45 am Reply
  • Rebecca

    I’ve vaguely heard of Yantai, but I didn’t know much about this city until your post– the place is certainly jellyfish heaven (or hell)! Very impressed you managed to avoid all of the jellyfish along the beach, haha…and challenging the so-called champion to a pool match really paid off! It’s bittersweet that the four weeks came to an end for your China trip, but then again, you had more time in the country to teach and travel some more! Thanks for sharing, Leighton. 🙂

    May 4, 2023 - 7:00 am Reply
    • Leighton

      Thanks Rebecca, avoiding the jellyfish was tricky, a bit like one of those old style arcade video games where you need to keep pulling the joystick left and right 😉 It was a great four weeks where everything was so new… confusing… fun… awful… ha ha. Thanks for coming with me, I’ll return to this series later on in the year,

      May 4, 2023 - 8:48 am Reply
  • Travels Through My Lens

    I imagine white gloved Lauria is still telling the tale of how he almost beat the foreign tourist at pool. The lack of people and noise must have been quite eerie; what a sharp contrast from the numbered beaches in your previous post. Good thing you’re an adventurous eater, since it sounds like there were some odd dishes there to “enjoy”. Another well written and entertaining story Leighton; I’m looking forward to reading about your time in Beijing.

    May 4, 2023 - 8:25 am Reply
    • Leighton

      Thanks so much Tricia for being a part of this journey. I’ll be taking a break from China and returning to the story later in the year. If I thought the travel was a challenge…

      May 4, 2023 - 8:51 am Reply
  • qprgary

    Great read Leighton and just confirms most things we found in China

    May 4, 2023 - 10:34 am Reply
    • Leighton

      Cheers Gary, hope you are both doing well. The Rs did it, thank **** for that! Big changes to the squad in the summer methinks.

      May 4, 2023 - 10:42 am Reply
      • qprgary

        New ST next season expect same old story

        May 4, 2023 - 2:25 pm
  • Coral Waight

    Oh dear, you’ve reminded me of a hostel like that somewhere on the west coast of New Zealand. As I was escaping early, I nearly tripped over a bloke lying on the filthy carpet in the middle of the floor, his phone still in his hand, dead to the world. Glad you found something to dry yourself with.

    May 4, 2023 - 10:57 am Reply
    • Leighton

      Ha ha, that’s certainly an interesting encounter, and one he will never have any knowledge of. Thanks for reading and commenting Coral, much appreciated!

      May 4, 2023 - 11:07 am Reply
  • Lyssy In The City

    Another exciting adventure that I can never predict how it will turn out. The jellyfish are kind of freaky, all I know about jellyfish is from watching SpongeBob as a kid ha. I can only imagine what a contrast Beijing was compared to the sleepy beach.

    May 4, 2023 - 4:24 pm Reply
    • Leighton

      Thanks for following along Lyssy on my first ever cross-country adventure in China. Little did I know at the time, but I would eventually spend over 4 years living and travelling the country. Looking forward to sharing all these experiences on the blog over the coming years, bit by bit.

      May 4, 2023 - 7:19 pm Reply
  • bronlima

    White gloves and Christ having a pint…… precious!

    May 5, 2023 - 12:59 am Reply
    • Leighton

      Only in Qingdao…

      May 5, 2023 - 8:28 am Reply
  • WanderingCanadians

    Great picture of you on the lifeguard tower. It’s weird to see the beach so empty, but I guess all those jellyfish probably explain why not many people come here. I couldn’t believe just how huge that jellyfish was that that guy caught with his bare hands. That’s madness. And speaking of which, that hostel sounds like it was quite the experience. Oh gosh.

    May 5, 2023 - 3:48 pm Reply
    • Leighton

      Yeah, in this story the hostel was far from international and the pool player’s standard not as international as his buddies believed. Thanks for the catch-up!

      May 5, 2023 - 5:11 pm Reply
  • NortheastAllie

    This seems like a more relaxed area to enjoy the ocean views. That is crazy how many jellyfish were in the water!

    May 6, 2023 - 7:29 am Reply
    • Leighton

      Yanati was certainly the jellyfish city! Thanks for reading, Allie.

      May 6, 2023 - 9:01 am Reply
  • travelling_han

    You had me horrified at blood stained walls, honestly horrific. I don’t think I could have stayed the night!! Those dead jellyfish look so weird…and the thought of eating them makes me feel a little queasy. What a story to tell after this visit!

    May 6, 2023 - 6:08 pm Reply
    • Leighton

      It’s a far cry from Brenners Park Hotel in Baden Baden eh? Thanks for following along in this series, Hannah!

      May 6, 2023 - 6:23 pm Reply
  • ThingsHelenLoves

    Another great story. Everything has a slightly surreal air, is that what it was like when you were travelling there? Love the guy with the jelly fish and his fetching red swimwear- if China did Baywatch?

    May 7, 2023 - 3:05 pm Reply
    • Leighton

      Yes, surreal is pretty much on the money. China Baywatch would be a hoot, I’d grab a tub of popcorn for that show. Thanks for reading and checking into the comment thread, Helen.

      May 7, 2023 - 8:07 pm Reply
  • Zettl Fine Arts

    Thank you for this wonderful story! It’s been 40 years ago that I last visited Qingdao but I remember the time there quite well.

    May 7, 2023 - 8:06 pm Reply
    • Leighton

      Qingdao 40 years ago must have been an incredible experience. Any standout memories? Thanks for reading and leaving a comment, it is much appreciated!

      May 7, 2023 - 8:08 pm Reply
      • Zettl Fine Arts

        There was a Cafe, Qi Si Ling, after Kissling an Austria chef (?) With some charm you were able to get a Sachertorte, a very special cake 🍰. I spent 5 years in China then and Qingdao was just for vacations.

        May 7, 2023 - 8:13 pm
      • Leighton

        Cool, I spent around four years living in China but only saw Qingdao during that very first stretch of travel back in 2009.

        May 7, 2023 - 8:19 pm
      • Zettl Fine Arts

        Isn’t it a great experience?! I first went there 1978, just 2 years after the Cultural Revolution ended. Soo different from today. 🙏🌼

        May 7, 2023 - 8:22 pm
  • wetanddustyroads

    Oh, the hostel … sometimes it can look so good in photos, but alas ..! Apart from the deserted beach (well, except now for the jellyfish), Yantai doesn’t look like the ideal holiday destination. I read the pool game story with bated breath – well done on showing Mr White Glove a thing or two (but alas, the ‘trophy’ – jellyfish dinner – does not sound fair)!

    May 8, 2023 - 10:09 am Reply
    • Leighton

      Hey Corna, I just couldn’t get away from those jellyfish, even away from the beach ha ha. I have this sneaking suspicion that the hostel is just the same as it was back in 2009, judging by recent online pictures and reviews. Mr. White Glove… I imagine he is still there in that pool hall as I type, though I’d imagine his glove isn’t as shiny white as it used to be.

      May 8, 2023 - 10:26 am Reply
  • grandmisadventures

    This may be the only time I say this, but that dead jellyfish is sure pretty! The bright blue and the slivery body makes it hands down the prettiest jellyfish I’ve ever seen. Although I don’t think I could have watched the man tearing off the tentacles. The Christ Church, although really lovely itself, just seems so completely out of place. Great reading, as always, on your adventures through China 🙂

    May 8, 2023 - 10:11 pm Reply
    • Leighton

      Hey Meg, Christian churches in Chinese cities are pretty uncommon and, as you say, a bit strange. Thanks for taking the time to keep up, are you guys in Paris?!

      May 8, 2023 - 10:28 pm Reply
      • grandmisadventures

        Not yet, we leave in a few days. I’m not excited yet, probably not until we are on the plane and on our way. I’ve been a little on overload lately- which I am sure you understand. I am sending you all good vibes as you work through all the things to figure out 🙂

        May 8, 2023 - 11:19 pm
  • Juliet

    Good morning, Leighton,
    I understand all too well about jellyfish as they are abundant where I live. Thankfully I have never been stung and hope to remain so lucky. As strange as it may sound when watching them dance about in the ocean, I think they are beautiful, but one learns to respect them and maintain a friendly distance. The picture of the first local who plucked clean the jellyfish and then posed for your photo was fantastic! I couldn’t help but smile at the joyous triumph on his face; he was terrific! Your image, Xinhao Shan (Signal Hill Park), Qingdao, was charming. Thank you, as always, for sharing such unique experiences with us all!

    May 21, 2023 - 4:59 pm Reply
    • Leighton

      Aw thanks Juliet, I’m glad you enjoyed this story. How lucky to live near the sea where you can see so many jellyfish. Take care, I hope you’ll have a fantastic summer.

      May 21, 2023 - 6:17 pm Reply
      • Juliet

        Have a wonderful summer, Leighton!

        June 8, 2023 - 8:22 pm

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