The Shaolin Zone

[Drunk Monk]

After another meal at my Shifu’s school, I bid Bon voyage to the French students as I will have left before they return for their evening class. I don’t understand any French, but as always, I learned a little spending the day with them. They spoke only French. Decheng speaks a little of everything so there’s this unique language we all share - like he defaults to the Italian ‘finito’ for finish as do we all now. 

Now I’m alone in his school sitting in front of the air filter fan, once again digesting a bigger meal than I intended to eat.

I’ll leave for the train station in an hour or so. After that, I don’t know where my next wifi might be. Might be radio silence for a while…