Last night we had dinner at one of the most famous local restaurants in Hangzhou. I won’t disclose the name of the place, because the English translations of many dishes were ridiculously bad, and I don’t want to embarrass the guilty party. Unfortunately, many of the pictures are blurry, because I was laughing so hard when I took them, it was hard to hold the camera steady. For your enjoyment, here are the highlights.
I was going through the cash in my wallet this morning, and noticed this bill:
It’s worth about 16¢.
I wouldn’t go through all that trouble for 16¢. Would you? If this bill were mine, I’d just toss it out.
But 16¢ meant enough to somebody that when the old bill ripped apart (or just wore through, from the look at it), it was worth their time and effort to tape it back together.
This bill’s experience reflects the economic reality of a portion of Chinese society. There are people in this country that are so poor that a bill that can’t even buy a bottle of water in the city means something to them.