Second week here in Beijing.

I think I’ve been partying way too much. Over the past few nights I have been lucky to enjoy 4 hours of sleep, but had some really fun times. Foreigners here are great, they really look after you and make you feel part of their group. Even at 23 however, I need to drink less. I mean, the fake alcohol you get everywhere is terrible for the body, and playing sports at stupid-o-clock makes for a very tired Aaron in lessons. We went to an amazing club on Sat night, the music was really really good, nothing in Manchester compared. Though a few of the tracks, despite my inebriated state were plagiarised from the album god’s kitchen 2009 I am sure. I was so drunk I was clinking glasses with everyone, I swear I think I’m fluent in Chinese after a few drinks…

Lessons in fact are going great. It’s so much work, and my teachers are great, though they expect me to translate everything from Chinese back into French, Russian, Japanese and Polish, so I never really am allowed to glaze over and take a back seat. I’m already speaking much better, which is mainly thanks to my housemates who have been very patient with me…

The early starts are hard to get used to. I’m up at 6 every day, but most westerners start work at 10 and finish late, around 9pm, so by the time you hang out with people, you should already be getting ready to sleep! Argh. That’s something I’m going to have to get used to.

Would be good to hear from people back home at some point!