Friday night my friends and I all went out to our “local watering hole,” to celebrate the birthday of our friend Adam. Through the shots, loud music and flashing lights I asked my friend Rebecca what she was doing the next day. “I’m walking around Xiamen. It’s 50km,” she told
Hash House Harriers — A Drinking Club with a Running Problem
So last weekend I participated in my first “Hash” run. That is, the Hash House Harriers, an international group that organizes runs all over the world. The origins of the group is as British as the name. It started in 1938 when a bunch of British expats in Malaysia decided
The Life of a Hermit
After all the hullabaloo of everyone leaving I decided to get all crotchety and become the Lin’an hermit. I only had one week before I was going to move to Hangzhou for the summer, so I decided to go full-blown recluse this week shunning all my friends (missing out on