The training went on as planned. My mind was still divided between Indonesia and China. I prayed that calibration meeting run smoothly.

During the day, as opposed to cold sandwich, this time we were taken to what seemed to be famous Beijing restaurant. But the food was quite…ehm…too exotic for me. I barely could swallow it. Plus there was strange smell hanging in the air which I suspected was pork smell. As a Moslem, I do not eat pork and I grew up without it. I found the smell of it was sickening and the sight of it made me want to vomit. I felt nauseated throughout the meals but managed to look relax. After series of pork intestines and other exotic stuff, I was so glad when they brought what looks to me to be a plate of chocolate pudding.

But when I expressed my happiness (Is that chocolate pudding? Yay!), they were all laughing at me and asked me to guess what it actually was. I started to feel my stomach knotted again into another wave of panic attack. I knew what that was. It was blood. Frozen coagulated blood. In Indonesia, we called it marus. Shiny dark red blood served like pudding. We suppose to dip it into our soup. Will it dissolve in our soup? I dare not to ask nor try. Keeping the food inside my stomach has already a fight. Let alone being a vampire. No matter how much I love vampires, blood pudding was a liiiitle bit too much for simple girl like me. I was so happy when the lunch was finally over. Needless to say, I threw up right after we arrived back in the office. The rest of the afternoon went vividly with me battling hunger and sickness. I should have asked for bread and butter. I run to Starbucks to buy pastry at the first opportunity.

In the evening, we went to Silk Market and took revenge of the seller. Now come to think of it, the goods were varied more than Yashou Market and the prices were amazing! I managed to start buying things for my friends and family. And afterward, we went to normal restaurant and eat fried egg happily.

To be continued