No more beef

I had left Mongolia well behind and was back in Beijing for a night, and had stumbled across a chinese bbq restaurant near my hotel. Armed with my chinese phrases, I attempted to order my dinner, relieved at not having to eat any more beef for a while.

Then my dinner arrived: a tofu salad with peanuts, egg fried rice and a funny looking glass of drink. I asked for the menu back and scanned the drinks: I was sure I had ordered a coconut milk.

And there it was – Mongolian rice wine – which I had ordered by mistake! I reordered my coconut milk and smiled to myself – just when I thought I had escaped the country…


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