An Ugly American

I’ve been lucky enough to avoid Americans here in China. The last one I really had to deal with who got on my nerves was back in 2021. She was so pampered and spoiled, I couldn’t believe it. It’s taught me a lesson to reserve judgment on meeting new people. I need to spend some time with them the first few weeks to really see how they are. When I saw how she treated the security guard at our school, that really soured me on her. And how she felt she needed to hire a private driver, because the Didi (Chinese Uber) drivers couldn’t understand her. What she needed was an apartment. But because she’d been living in West Palm Beach with her parents, expected deluxe accommodations in China. I thought since I was moving out she could take over my apartment, but I guess the “unfinished” (her words, not mine) bathroom and the few odd rats scurrying around the delivery boxes near the outside staircase put her off. The bathrooms here frequently are all one room. It didn’t bother me—I just put up a shower curtain and dealt with it. But it wasn’t good enough for her. The last thing I was going to do was remodel a bathroom in an apartment that isn’t even mine.

Anyway, yesterday I ran into another Ugly American. I was at McDonald’s, and I noticed him while I was waiting for my food. He was walking around the dining room. He had a big pair of headphones covering his ears. He drifted over to where I had my stuff, but he veered back over to the other side of the dining room and picked out a table.

I was waiting for my already paid-for food, but he freaked me out with his constant pacing. Had I been in the United States, I would have walked out the restaurant.

I had to wait a little bit longer for my food than normal. The restaurant wasn’t crowded, so I think it might have been lack of workers. After a longer than usual wait, I finally got my food.

An Indiana Pacer?

The pacer guy went up to the counter and was arguing about something. It was puzzling to me, because the guy was an American—I could tell by the accent and the cursing. Why he wasn’t using a translator app was a mystery, unless he didn’t want to interrupt whatever he was listening to. He was insisting the cup of fries they set on his tray wasn’t “large”. He kept saying “da! Da!” That means big. After they finally brought him a big cup of fresh out of the fryer fries, he grumbled they “always try to fucking cheat him here.”

I wanted to tell him if that was the case, he should try another McDonald’s. They are literally all over the place. There was another one a block down the street.

But I didn’t. I wanted to eat my food in peace. But the guy seemed strange to me. He looked way too old to become a teacher. He wasn’t dressed very well, so it wasn’t like he was some executive in town that wanted familiar food.

He was unnerving though. The constant pacing before he got his food, yelling at staff, ugh. In the USA, this happens every day pretty much. But in China, people are pretty calm about stuff. Even ebike/auto accidents are more civilized than this, and much more is at stake.

It made me realize how safe I feel here and how much I take it for granted. I know that when I step into a restaurant, I won’t be gunned down. I won’t be overhearing American men who seemed a bit wired, and anxious about their damn French fries.

I felt so bad for the staff I went up and told them I was sorry about the angry guy. But really, either use a translation app, or learn the language. Because yelling at someone in a foreign language is going to make you seem like an asshole. Dude had a cell phone, but maybe he didn’t have a translation app, because, being American, he probably assumed everyone in China speaks English.

So You’re an American? Bye!

It’s funny, some of my Chinese acquaintances assume I’d welcome speaking to Americans because I’m an American, but no. I’m fed up with Karens, Chads, the violence, the stupidity, and people who don’t give a shit about putting together a decent outfit. I saw a photo on Facebook of a French guy who had an effortless, but cool-looking outfit, and I’m like, YEAH!

The guy at Micky D’s had a face like a melting candle, and greasy hair, and headphones like he was a sound engineer. I don’t know why, but those made him look extra dorky. Whatever he was listening too certainly wasn’t mellow, with the way he was pacing.

And I’m not kidding. If I see someone pacing like that in a fast-food restaurant back in the states and I’ve paid for my food and I’m just waiting for it, I’m getting the fuck out. He probably didn’t have a gun, because it was China, but they still let any damn fool buy a machete here.

Hong Kong Diary, Day Six

May 4, 2026

Another GREAT trip to Hong Kong. Train was delayed, but only by about six minutes or so. Some little kid was screaming; I went to see what was going on because she sounded awful. She eventually calmed down, but her mother thanked me for being concerned. Apparnently, mom forgot to pack yogurt! The rest of the train ride was uneventful.

Got another bag of Cheetos crunch, and nearly ate all of them. The ones they sell on the mainland are steak-flavored. I LIKE steak, but leave the snacks alone. Cheetos, should taste like CHEESE. Now, my ankles are swollen. That’s never happened before, welcome to old age, I guess.

Otherwise, I feel fine. Blood pressure good. Over 28,000 steps walked yesterday, which doesn’t really surprise me, but may be the most steps I’ve ever taken in a day. Forgot to mention that S. and I went to the Formula One Grand Prix museum on Sunday. They had all sorts of interactive things to try, and since I love to drive, I had to try pretty much all of them. I plan to send $1000 USD home come payday. Had nearly $2000 HKD left, but left some money as a tip at the hostel, and then kept a few bucks to fund the next trip to Hong Kong. I have $459 HKD in total, which includes the $175 that I already had, but forgot to take with me. Can’t believe I forgot about that.

Met a nice guy from Singapore. Let’s see how long THAT friendship lasts. Added some funds to my various envelopes, so I’m that much closer to a plane ticket home and new glasses.

So… the Macau Grand Prix Museum. I’ve never been a fan of NASCAR, because I’ve always thought it was tacky. Indy cars have a very definite look, and so do Formula One cars. I’ve been to the Indy 500, but have yet to experience a Formula One race. It just looks glamourous, driving at top speed through some super-cool city. So here are some photos from the museum.

Yes, that is a genuine wax figure.
Another wax figure. These were pretty damn realistic.I think this is one of the coolest cars I’ve ever seen.
They had motorcycles too. I was surprised there was no tread on the tires.

Hong Kong Diary, Day Five

S. met me for lunch and we walked around Macau for a bit. Saw the Ruins of St. Paul’s. Really bizarre to see the front of it, then look at the back and realize it’s a facade. It’s literally just the front of the church, and that’s it. Everybody seemed to be there. Everyone looks like an influencer who brought their own personal cameraman/woman.

S. found a nearby coffee shop and we stopped to have a rest. After we left, I was hoping to see a cemetery on the way back to the bus stop, but I got screwed up again with the maps. I always THINK I’m going the correct way, but I’m not. But we made it to S’s bus stop. I decided to walk back, then realized almost too late that wasn’t the best decision. I was deeply afraid I’d miss getting back to the Sands and miss One Bus back to Hong Kong.

And to add to the drama, my phone was nearly dead. And my charger didn’t seem to be working very well, and… it started raining again. Hard. I desperately needed my phone to navigate the not-so-straight streets of Macau, but somehow, I was able to juice it enough to get me into familiar territory, then I broke down and took a cab to the Sands. It wasn’t a very long ride, but knowing my luck, I would have gotten lost and missed the bus.

But I got back in plenty of time, it turned out. It was so nice to get home and take a hot shower. My room and bathroom may have been tiny, but the superb water pressure and non-stop hot water were wonderful.

I was a bit sad knowing that another wonderful trip to Hong Kong was nearly at end. There’s something about this city that I just love.

Hong Kong Diary Day Four

Made it to Macau just incase S. didn’t want to go Sunday. Didn’t spend a lot of time there, didn’t get as many good pictures as I wanted, but it was a good trip. Found a Daiso japan and an Aeon grocery store and I have CRAVED stores like that since day one.

Got insoles for shoes and also those blade things to trim callouses from your feet. It was like a feast for my eyes. Gambled a bit, but slots are boring. One bus is all right. Very nice and relaxing if you like riding the bus. I saved a bit of money going by bus instead of ferry. Not too bad price-wise. Weather continues to be good. Temperature is perfect.

The Sands Casino had a horse statue covered in what looked like Swarovsky crystals.

Hong Kong Diary, Day Three

Tried again to go to the Giant Buddha. I didn’t have exact change for the bus, or an Octopus card, or WeChat. I can’t use WeChat because I’m not a Chinese citizen. Didn’t know I needed exact change ($37) until I got there. But the person took pity on me and told me to wait. she broke my $100 bill, then I was able to pay exact change. So why didn’t I use my credit card? They don’t accept them.

Finally got there to the Giant Buddha. The bus ride was almost like being on a roller coaster. Seemed like the bus was going really fast, and the plants/trees along the side of the road felt like they were rushing at me. It would have been a really wild ride if I’d been stoned.

So we get to the area, which has a fishing village not very far away, and a tourist trap sort of village with all sorts of places to eat and souvenirs to buy. You walk along this path lined with statudes of the warriors and the astrological signs they represent.

You need to climb stairs to get to the actual Buddha. It took me about a half hour, but I was stopping along the way to get pictures and prevent a heart attack.

Traditional shot of the Giant Buddha on Lantau Island.
Experimenting with the “negative” filter in Camera MX.
A psychedelic view using the Thermal filter on Camera MX.

Burger Cafe, despite its name, had some delicious spring rolls. They also had a decent variety of western foods, but their spring rolls hit the spot.

I wish I’d gone to the fishing village, but I wanted to make sure I got back to the bus on time. We had another adventurous run through the mountains. The Giant Buddha seems like it’s in the middle of nowhere. I saw very few houses.

I was tempted to take the cable car, which offered great views and a relatively quick 5 km trip over the mountains, but I was trying to be better about money. As it was, the bus was great fun, what with the speed and the turns, and wondering what would happen if the driver lost control. But he didn’t. I was able to get back in plenty of time, and not sure what I did that night. I think I probably took pictures because my diary entry ended with Burger Cafe’s listing of burgers, shakes, fries, calamari, fish and spring rolls. I was probably too tired to write anything more about what I did. A look at my photo information should clue me in.

Hong Kong Diary, Day One

April 29, 2026

Back in Hong Kong! A nice man carried my suitcase up the last flight of steps from the subway tonight. That was so nice. AND my room has a bathroom!* Smallest room yet, but I have a bathroom. Took pics and walked. What a nice night!

*The reason I was surprised my room had a bathroom was because my card wasn’t accepted on the first booking website I used. On the Agoda website, my card worked, but it didn’t show the room I wanted as available. I figured a private room with a bathroom down the hallway was better than sharing a mixed dorm room with strangers.

But when I checked in, I had a bathroom in my room. Aw yeah!

View from my bed into the tiny bathroom.
View from the bathroom.
The rest of the bedroom. It’s all I need–a reasonably clean place to sleep and shower.
My beloved skyline.

Vacation all I ever wanted…

I haven’t been posting because I went to Hong Kong and Macau, and exhausted myself. I took my laptop with me, but after getting home each night, just wanted to go to sleep.

It was amazing. Hong Kong has such a 1980s vibe, but isn’t as dirty or crime-filled. Macau is interesting for a number of reasons. This time, part of the interest was a downpour. I was worried I wouldn’t be able to get back in time for my bus back to Hong Kong. That’s right, I took One Bus over the border. It was very pleasant, because I like being driven around. The bus wasn’t completely full, so I had an empty seat beside me, which was nice.

It’s a bit cheaper to go by bus rather than by Turbo Jet Ferry, but it takes twice as long. Still, it was relaxing.

Hong Kong is, well, Hong Kong. A mixture of east and west. Cantonese food, English widely spoken, and people being polite. It’s a hold over from being a British colony, I’m sure. Great weather, great food, and seeing new sights.

I had more energy this time around, and I think it was because a health issue had been taken care of. Plus, I’ve been logging about 10,000 steps a day, nearly every day of the week. That, plus an eight-pound weight loss, has been helping.

I got lucky. When I booked the room, the site wouldn’t take my card. I switched to another site, and it did take my card, but I couldn’t get the room I originally wanted. But to my surprise, when I checked in, they led me to a room that DID have a bath, which is what I wanted. On the site that did take my card, I could get a private room, but not one with a bath. It was nice to know that I wouldn’t have to sleep in a room with a stranger, AND I wouldn’t have to leave my room in order to pee. If men have been shitty and abusive to you for decades, it’s a little scary to room with a strange man. But the male roommates I had were pretty decent, even though one of them was a Trump supporter.

But that’s how much I love Hong Kong; I’m willing to share a room with a stranger in order to experience the city. My Hong Kong diaries are coming up, so stay tuned!

Going to the Devil

So what do I have in common with the people who went to the premiere of The Devil Wears Prada 2 April 20?

I saw it before the rest of North America did.

I was planning to see the movie before I was going to Hong Kong, then realized I’d be in town when the film came out, because here, it was released April 30, a full day before North America gets to see it.

Nanny nanny, boo boo!

I’m gonna gloat, because rarely do I have the chance to do it. But as someone who is growing more interested in fashion and developing a style for myself, I had to see this movie because I saw the first one in the theaters, and at that time, I was working for someone who had her own magazine. She wasn’t as bad as Miranda, but she did splurge on things I thought she could have saved money on. An SUV for example. She could have just as easily rented a van for the one week a year she actually needed a larger vehicle, instead of investing $10,000 in upgrades before buying the monstrosity that she HAD to use on a regular basis in order to make it a tax write-off.

Anyway. About the movie.

It was good. Not as funny as the original, but they had lots of little throwbacks to lines and scenes in the original script. They did it without making the movie feel like it was the same old thing again. The four main characters, plus the screenwriter and the original director came back, so I had hopes, and I was right.

SPOILERS!

It’s now 20 years later, and Runway is still going, but not as strong as it once was. The movie opens on Andy Sachs getting an award for her writing. Right before her name is called, she finds out she and her fellow journalists were fired. Via text. As she accepts her award, she gives an impassioned speech about the unfairness of it all.

After crying the blues at dinner (in a scene reminiscent of the original, when Andy’s phone is kidnapped by her “friends”) she is offered a job at Runway. Not having lots of other options, she accepts the job (offered to her by Elias-Clark head Irv Ravitz after her impassioned “I was fired” speech goes viral) and walks back into Miranda’s office. Miranda doesn’t remember who she is until Nigel explains she was one of the Emilys.

Speaking of Emily, she now works for Dior.

Miranda approved a glowing article about Speed Fash and how great it is, only to find out it’s a sweatshop. Andy’s first job is to do some PR damage control. Andy writes a great piece apologizing for the error. She still flounders a bit, and in a throwback to the first film, Andy has to figure out what exactly Miranda wants—and if you’ve seen the first film, you know that’s something you just can’t ask Miranda—you have to figure it out yourself.

Emily seems to hold a bit of power in this one. Dior is a big advertiser, and makes some demands of the magazine. And also turns out to be a bit of a villain.

Meanwhile, Andy scores an interview as well as an exclusive from a reclusive celebrity, and finally gets the hang of what the readers want. As she improves, Miranda (who wasn’t aware that Irv had hired her in the first place) eventually warms to Andy.

But there are twists and turns in this one. Miranda is hoping for a promotion but SPOILER ALERT! Irv ends up dying at his 75th birthday party. His son, Jay, played by B. J. Novak, has ideas for the publication, and he and his Millennial staff tell Miranda the way it’s going to be. Gutted.

It’s Andy’s nerdy assistant who drops her phone and deliberately leaves it under Miranda’s chair, where the meeting with Jay and his buddies take place in the Elias-Clark cafeteria of all places, and records everything being said, so Andy finds out what’s going on.

The climax comes at a fashion show in Milan, where some favors had to be called in. Lady Gaga provides the music, or else she won’t get another cover. Andy shared her plan with Miranda, and phone calls are made. In a sort of “passing the torch” moment, Miranda realizes she can’t be in two places at once, and, nudged by Andy, asks Nigel to give the speech she had intended to give. Miranda claims Nigel won’t do it, but realizes that in her treacherous fashion world, Nigel is her rock. He’s always put up with her shit and never said anything, was loyal to the core—and he’s finally, finally rewarded.

There’s another twist at the end, but despite fast fashion, Wish, Temu, Shein, and technology, the good guys win. Andy turned down a $350K book advance about working at Runway (even the book deals aren’t seven figures anymore) to not hurt Miranda, but of course, Miranda knows about it and encourages Andy to write the book anyway—the resulting warts-and-all memoir might actually buy Miranda a few more years at the top.

The film closes with an exterior shot of Miranda, Nigel, and Andy all in their individual offices, all on the same floor.

Yes, I cried. If the first one was a coming-of-age story, this one also deals with jobs and what you sacrifice for them, and if those sacrifices are worth it. Andy has better friends, this time around, although Tracie Thoms (Lily) still likes free handbags, but at least she offered Andy a job at her gallery. Andy has a budding romance with a contractor, but thankfully, it doesn’t take precedence over everything else that’s going on in her life. Miranda is on husband number whatever, but they seem to be happy. The movie showed happy endings are possible, especially at the expense of outwitting villains.

Looking at you, Emily.

My jacked Prada frames. Six months after I bought these, they started falling apart. I’ve fixed them so many times, I can’t remember how many times I’ve glued bits of wood to keep the side pieces tight enough on my head. $1,400 for these, but the two pairs I got in November 2024 for $100 broke within a couple of months. Three eyeglass places said they couldn’t do anything. And neither could I.

The Smallest Room Yet!!!

I got a pleasant surprise when I checked into my room tonight. I wanted a room with bath, but my credit card wasn’t working on a particular booking site. I went to another site and was able to book, but the room with bath was no longer available. That’s fine, at least I didn’t have to share my room with strangers like that one time.

So when they took me to my room, I saw that it had a bath! Aw yeah!

But it is the smallest room I have ever had here at Ashoka Hostel. There’s maybe 16 square feet of floor space, not counting the bathroom.

But I don’t care. I have a tiny private room with a bath.

And some kind stranger carried my suitcase up the last flight of steps to street level.

I love Hong Kong.

This is what you see when you first open the door.
The view from my bed looking into the bathroom.
From the bathroom looking out.
The rest of the room.