Followers of Karen on Facebook may already know what the title of this post refers to. For the rest of you, it’s this:
As neither of us speak Mandarin, we picked this dish from the picture on the menu. “Hahaha, I hope it’s not frog,” chortled Karen, as we ordered.
If you look very carefully, at the bottom, you can see toes.
If you’ve ever had frog’s legs, you’ll know what it tastes like, a cross between chicken and fish. Nice, but non-descript. Strangely, the pile of bones at the side of my plate ended up bigger than the original dish.
“I hope one of us doesn’t wake up in the middle of the night and croak,” giggled Karen, on fine form.
You’ll not get any stupid frog puns out of me. I’d never kermit such a crime.
Current Location: Xiamen
Next Stop: Hong Kong, leaving tomorrow
James, your jokes are as bad as your "hair-do" ! Sounds (& looks like your having fun, although not as much fun as implementing Exchange 2010, with 2003 constantly now falling over ! ! !)ReplyDelete
I have been following your blog (as have the boys here) about your trip.
Will continue to monitor, although no games of golf I see ! ! !
All the best,
Graham Thomson (DFID)
Glad to know I've got an appreciative audience. Didn't think my beard was that bad. Not to Alastair's standards, granted, but still...ReplyDelete
No golf planned sadly, it's just too expensive in Asia. We're spoilt in Scotland.
Hope all's going well with the project. Keep me posted and say hi to the chaps.