<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=1 width="100%" border=0><TBODY><TR><TD><SPAN class=TopStory>Mi shudda did walk wid mi bulli-beef and crackers</SPAN>
<SPAN class=Subheadline></SPAN></TD></TR><TR><TD>Bryan Cummings
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
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<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=5 width=130 align=left border=0><TBODY><TR><TD></TD></TR><TR><TD><SPAN class=Description></SPAN></TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE><P class=StoryText align=justify>I love food and I specially love Chinese food. I really looked forward to be eating real China Chinese food and could not wait.<P class=StoryText align=justify>It was not until I landed in China that I discovered that the Chinese food that we get in Jamaica is almost totally different from the food that we get here in China.<P class=StoryText align=justify>First, let's start from the beginning of our journey to China, because that's where our food woes all started. On our morning flight out of Jamaica to Miami, we were only fed a very tiny packet of pretzels and no breakfast was offered. We then took a five-hour flight to Los Angeles, and again all we got was a tiny bag of pretzels. They had food selling on the plane, but we did not buy any.<P class=StoryText align=justify>We did not eat much on the 12-hour flight from the USA to Beijing and so by the time we landed in China we were starving. We got to our hotel late and so missed dinner. We had to leave our hotel early the next morning to catch the Jamaica team at early morning training and so we missed breakfast as well.<P class=StoryText align=justify>By the time lunchtime came around, we were starving and 'raw' for any sort of food. The media centre has a restaurant and we ran for it. What we discovered was different from what we expected. We were not familiar with any of the food that was being offered. We sent for a translator to identify the food for us as the restaurant staff only spoke Chinese. We were starving so much that all we did was close our eyes and ate what food that we dared to try. After that, Kayon Raynor (my Observer colleague) and I took turns being guinea pigs. I would try one dish then give him the all clear, then it was his turn to taste the next strange food in order to give me the all-clear sign. We are yet to see or find a fast food restaurant. We should have travelled with our corn beef and crackers.<P class=StoryText align=justify>PS... A strange thing happened to me last night as I took a taxi home. I was sitting in the front of the car when the taxi driver put his arm next to mine and just started laughing. We were puzzled, then the driver did it again and pointed to the hair that I have on my arms. He found it so funny and even rubbed his arms on mine and never stopped laughing until he had dropped us off at our hotel.
<SPAN class=Subheadline></SPAN></TD></TR><TR><TD>Bryan Cummings
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
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<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=5 width=130 align=left border=0><TBODY><TR><TD></TD></TR><TR><TD><SPAN class=Description></SPAN></TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE><P class=StoryText align=justify>I love food and I specially love Chinese food. I really looked forward to be eating real China Chinese food and could not wait.<P class=StoryText align=justify>It was not until I landed in China that I discovered that the Chinese food that we get in Jamaica is almost totally different from the food that we get here in China.<P class=StoryText align=justify>First, let's start from the beginning of our journey to China, because that's where our food woes all started. On our morning flight out of Jamaica to Miami, we were only fed a very tiny packet of pretzels and no breakfast was offered. We then took a five-hour flight to Los Angeles, and again all we got was a tiny bag of pretzels. They had food selling on the plane, but we did not buy any.<P class=StoryText align=justify>We did not eat much on the 12-hour flight from the USA to Beijing and so by the time we landed in China we were starving. We got to our hotel late and so missed dinner. We had to leave our hotel early the next morning to catch the Jamaica team at early morning training and so we missed breakfast as well.<P class=StoryText align=justify>By the time lunchtime came around, we were starving and 'raw' for any sort of food. The media centre has a restaurant and we ran for it. What we discovered was different from what we expected. We were not familiar with any of the food that was being offered. We sent for a translator to identify the food for us as the restaurant staff only spoke Chinese. We were starving so much that all we did was close our eyes and ate what food that we dared to try. After that, Kayon Raynor (my Observer colleague) and I took turns being guinea pigs. I would try one dish then give him the all clear, then it was his turn to taste the next strange food in order to give me the all-clear sign. We are yet to see or find a fast food restaurant. We should have travelled with our corn beef and crackers.<P class=StoryText align=justify>PS... A strange thing happened to me last night as I took a taxi home. I was sitting in the front of the car when the taxi driver put his arm next to mine and just started laughing. We were puzzled, then the driver did it again and pointed to the hair that I have on my arms. He found it so funny and even rubbed his arms on mine and never stopped laughing until he had dropped us off at our hotel.
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