Isn’t it amazing how I’ve managed to spend close to 3 weeks in a entirely different country and all I had to share are tales of toilets and weight loss scams?

This morning as I was pulling up my hair with a brand new hair tie, fresh from the streets of China, I remembered the place where it was bought. It was a small fashion market in Ningbo, rows of narrow alleyways in parallel, all filled to the brim with matchbox sized stalls. I also remembered a little incident just before purchasing the hair tie. I had taken a turn off a stretch of clothes stalls, walked halfway down a row of shoe stalls and came upon a small block of accessories stalls. Some of those were dedicated to wigs and hair accessories, and I spotted one in the middle of trying for a sale. The shop girl was fastening a hair extension fake ponytail to the customer’s real hair and rattling her tongue off with complements about how absolutely faaaabulous it looked. I must admit it did look pretty good, which was why I stopped to admire. I even felt myself considering getting a bit of extra hair myself. But I was jolted from my I’m-a-Pretty-Princess-with-Long-Floaty-Hair fantasy by the second store girl yelling abuse at me. “WEI!” she scolded, “Are you going to buy something? If not then get lost! Stop standing in the way!” Shocked I was. Appalled and lost for words. Never had I been kicked out of a shop in Australia for looking! Hell, I could probably lie down at the entrance of an Aussie shop and take a nap. Momentarily I considered giving her a piece of my mind in return, but a look at her sitting legs wide spread on a cardboard box viciously tearing the flesh off her lunchtime chicken made me decide that it was best to avoid eye contact and move away quietly.

Dental care should be free. Why is it not? Everyone deserve good dental health.