Long ago in your past future, the creative department ventured two hours north of Beijing into the Qin Mountains in search of booze soaked laughs and something we were not yet sure of. This is our trusty bus fully loaded with plenty of delicious freon and subtitled films.
Our mission was to get to know each other a bit better in hopes that we'd all integrate more. There were 6 "Westerners" and about 40 Chinese creatives, as well as some assorted bosses. It was a creative retreat!
This is Bitey. The village mascot.
He will shred a soccer ball in under a minute and he would like to eat each and every one of us.
The highlight of our futuristic weekend was our first meal on Saturday. We were all sufficiently nauseous from a night of "ganbei" or drink everything in your fucking glass. Whether it's beer, bai jo (some horrible Chinese wine booze) or red wine you just drink it all in one gulp. If you don't want to, it doesn't matter. If you're too drunk, it doesn't matter. They sure know how to party!
There were green things, crunchy things, fishy things, eggy things, meats that I knew about and a couple that I didn't. The only thing to do when you don't know what meat it is...is eat it. This time it ended up being donkey! Yay! Check that one off of my list. Donkey tastes just as you think it would. A bit stringy, tough and gamey.
Here's the donkey delivery man!
Martin and company man Salvatore fought over the remaining donkey bits.
After our donkey meal, we had no choice but to drink the day away.
And blow things up with a bazooka.
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