His mother seems to be uncomfortable with the situation, but I am thankful for the entertainment.

(Some while ago, a little girl did exactly the same. Her grandmother tried to chase her away from me by throwing stones in her direction (vaguely, fortunately))

Later on, the funny boy draws something in my sketchbook that might depict a huge, furry bean. Which I will never know for sure.

(Except if anyone wants to spoil the adventurous pleasure of not knowing by translating what is written on his drawing)

On the last day of my Chinese Visa, I cross the border to Kazakhstan. Thank god they have chocolate.

(In China, I only found Snickers, which I dislike) (Which, in fact, doesn’t matter since it is absolutely off topic)