I am sitting in a Starbucks in a mall which has an honest-to-Odin Walmart as an anchor. Of course there’s a McDonald’s here. There are at least two. One is right next door to the Dairy Queen and around the corner from the KFC. There’s another one right upstairs, in case the escalator was too far for you. Congratulations, you’ve out-American’d America. ‘MURIC–I mean, CHINER!
But I’ve had to go all over the place just to find a place with decent Internet. I can’t load the Amazon Webstore interface from campus for some stupid reason or other, and the closest Starbucks wouldn’t assign me an IP. I got here, and I’m pretty sure they’re blocking all non-Chinese DNS servers. I managed to manually add the one everyone else was using, but it doesn’t give any responses for my VPN server (big surprise) so I’m still behind the GFW.
Nothing ever works quite right in this country. The Internet sucks, my umbrella broke the day I bought it, and I am sitting on objectively the worst chair. There is a spring slowly pushing through my sphincter.
This is one of those days where my love/hate relationship with China is solidly on the “hate” side. Excuse me while I punt this screaming child through the window.