Here's the picture I'm *allowed* to use from Patrick's trip to China. It's the only one I'm allowed to put on the blog. The other pictures are *private,* he tells me. They feature a few shots of the Great Wall, and of himself and his friends, but mostly... they're just odd. Pictures of his teacher picking his nose. "Random Guy" pictures... of other obviously European/American/stuff we see at home anyway- type tourist-y people. And photos of a *sex shop* and the prostitute cell phone number graffiti. Just classic. Just what he'll want to share with his grandkids someday.
That's ok, though... I'm sure he brought home lots of nice pressies for his siblings and the post cards he sent will arrive in the mail soon.
Well, no, he didn't get anything like that, Patrick told me. His suitcase was crammed with old pop bottles, food wrappers, GARBAGE from his trip (they weren't allowed to throw out things at the hotel... what is up with that?) and a cloth napkin from the hotel. Arg. Surely you got SOMETHING, something... something to share with your brothers at least?
YES! He brought home *used chopsticks* for them. No postcards.
Well... I shouldn't say *nothing.* On Elfie's birthday, he was presented with a "shock" gum container. Warning: not to be used by anyone under 14. Warning: not to be used by people over 50. Warning: not to be used by anyone with a medical condition.
Warning: just keep it in the wrapper, Elfie. I suppose it's the thought that counts.