A pink short-sleeve shirt, and golf shirts, purple and black – they say Polo and even have the little logo, but I don’t think they are kosher.
Lately, instead of looking westward I’ve turned my attention closer to home.
I once read that Stephen King could publish his shopping list and people would buy it. What did I buy at a supermarket in China earlier this week?
The early bird doesn’t get the worm in Shekou, Shenzhen (China).
Clothes shopping, actually all shopping in China, is cheap. Instead of buying used clothing (as I did in Canada) I can now afford the ugliest of un-preowned shirts.
I went shopping for some camera items in Shenzhen China’s electronics district. The salespeople wanted to play “screw the foreigner.”
After two years in China I am sick of small things. I won’t lie; I miss giant, North American-sized appliances.