Well, in case you don't know me very well, or at all: Aaron is my boyfriend of 7 years. There needs to be a better word for this. "Boyfriend" sounds so high-school, but something like "partner" sounds like we're selling something, and "significant other" sounds too politically correct. "Lover" - no freakin' way, paints an awkward picture.
Anyway, I know some wonder what Aaron is up to over there in China. And now that I'm NOT there, who's going to know? He is not a strong e-mailer. I, however, have the honor of talking with Aaron almost every day. And I can fill in the gaps with fake stories.
It's so easy to call China these days, by the way. All you have to do is hit the streets of your local Chinatown until you hear, "Pssst, need to call China?" Then you can buy a $5 card that gets you about 200 minutes of Asian telephone access.
Well, after two weeks of traveling in northeast China with his friend Josh and after Aaron broke Josh's ankle in a go kart incident, Aaron is finally on his own and missing me terribly. FINALLY!
He just left for some city in the middle of China where he will begin "experiencing" Chinese Muslims again. Not the minority group who look Turkish (the Uighurs) but the ones who look Han Chinese (the Hui). He took a 20 hour train ride to this region on a sold out train. The only spot he could get is what's called a "hard seat". It's about as pleasant as it sounds.
Last we spoke, he sounded a little giddy. He hadn't eaten or slept much on the train and was in dire need of food. I'm hoping to get an update soon. If you have any questions you would like me to address in relation to his travels, don't hesitate to ask via this blog. Yes, you could ask him via email, but let's be serious. With my pull, I can get an answer lickity split.
Also, if we are lucky and very very quiet, maybe Aaron will write to us on this blog. Ooooo, it'll be like talking to Santy Claus.
Zai jian.
