Wander Words

Stick and I took a another trip to Wangfujing snack street. We had some fried dumplings, fried noodles that tasted like mall foodcourt lo mein (and I mean that in the most flattering way possible, I love that stuff), Stick also got a pork bun, and we were looking for some fruit skewers to finish up our meal. Stick asked a vendor for a strawberry kebab.

“35,” he told us.

“What?!?” Stick asked.

“35,” the vendor said, pointing at a price list in Chinese. “See, it’s 35,”

Something didn’t look right on the sign… I knew those characters, but they didn’t mean strawberry… “No! That says one large bowl of fried noodles for 35!” I cried. I was half filled with pride that I’d read an actual sign, and half furious that he was trying to rip us off.

“Ok, ok, 30.” he said. Annoyed, we turned to the next vendor, who offered us 2 fruit skewers for 20. Free market in action.

Meg wrote this on February 25th, 2008 and filed it under Travel |