Thanks to Angel's mom's wise advice, I learned how to use the water heating system in the bathroom. After two days of cold showers, I was finally able to enjoy one of the pleasures of modern civilisation. I almost cried when the first warm droplets touched my scalp, specially because it was a cold, rainy Monday morning.
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And I got new shampoo. If Jackie Chan recommends it, it has to be good. My hair will be stronger and darker than ever.
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Yesterday I started my Cantonese course. The lessons had been going for four days already, but I joined in a bit late (it's almost becoming a habit; something similar had happened in Japan with I3 :P). When I came into the room, my six classmates stared at me with almost scientific curiosity. Which turned almost into horror when I explained I was their new classmate and was joining a bit late and that I could barely speak the language ("my name is Bruno" and "could you please give me a beer"). Even the teacher gave me a "oh, hello there young man, are you lost? Do you want me to help you find your class?" kind of look. She was reliefed to find out I was taking recovery lessons that afternoon.
The course is tons of fun. Tones are quite a bitch, but I guess practice will take me eventually to the wonderful land of being able to talk to people in Cantonese. Today I was even able to go to a restaurant and order "this, please" instead of silently pointing stuff and trying sign language (which was doubly lame since the waiters did speak a bit of English). And this time it even turned out to be a relatively normal dish! Not pig intestines or cow stomach as randomness had given me the last two meals. I feel victorious.
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