I have always loved travelling, and as the end of my time at university drew to a close I knew that settling straight into a job, sat behind a desk, wasn’t for me. Fast forward a few months and here I am, just a few weeks away from moving to Beijing to spend a year teaching English, whilst experiencing and exploring the fascinating culture and history that China has to offer.
Log fires. Turkey and all the trimmings. Presents under the tree. Woolly jumpers. Mince Pies. Sexy Santa statues.
‘Whaaaaaaat?!’, I hear you scream as you scramble to poke out your mind’s eye. I’m afraid, however, that there is no un-seeing. Anybody who has spent a Christmas in Asia will know that it’s not quite the same as back home – and preparing for cherished childhood memories to be strangely tarnished is probably a good piece of advice. Oh, and steel yourself for low-level Christmas for twelve months a year – inexplicably the street cleaning van which serviced the roads near my apartment in Chongqing played a tinny version of Jingle Bells as it cleaned.
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