For those of you who are yet unaware, Bao-vegas is well-known for eating donkey. Yes, that loveable cart pulling animal is featured on many a menu here. Several times I have had donkey restaurants recomended to me and each time, I have declined. Nope, can't do it, donkeys are my friends.
My teaching partner and I were on our way to the FIFA Womens World Cup quarterfinal match: USA vs England. The game was being played in a brand new stadium in Tianjin, a city about 100 km due East of us. Hopped on a bus out of Bao-vegas and got ready for the 3 hour ride when I was joined by a girl in the seat next to me. She spoke English well and wanted to chat. I was pumped for the game, so I was pretty chatty myself. We talked about this and that for most of the ride, pleasant conversation and good company. As we neared Tianjin I mentioned that I was starving and that I needed to eat something before I got to the stadium. "Oh, here I have a snack with me," she offered. I was a little leary, but she was a medical student (traditional Chinese medicine mind you) and did not think she would give me poison. It was dark, she produced a baggie that had a substance similar to peanut butter paste but rubbery like an uncooked hotdog. "What is it?" I asked. She needed time to recall the words as I popped this morsel into my mouth. It tasted a bit like a hot dog and being polite, reached for more. "It is, umm, how do you say...? Donkey roh, Oh, it's donkey meat!" she finally exclaimed.
I ate no more, told her I did not like it, and we rode the rest of the way in an uncomfortable silence.
I refer to this unfortunate event as the time that "I Got Donkeyed"
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