Sunday, May 4, 2008Beijing
Granted, there are a lot of things I didn’t expect in Beijing, but being serenaded on a bus by a Russian fellow my father’s age certainly never occurred to me. He was well educated (Holly translated between us, since he also spoke Mandarin), well dressed, and very conversational. When he broke into song, though...Holly did an admirable job of not bursting into laughter, it was so out of the blue.
Have to admit, though—the guy could really sing. Pretty flattering.
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