Lan Kwai Fong
Lan Kwai Fong

Lan Kwai Fong

For the first time since arriving in China I rode on a bicycle to Lan Kwai Fong. I followed behind Chris, on his scooter, and weaved in and out of traffic. Motorbikes, scooters and bicycles come from all directions so I kept my head on a 360 degree swivel to avoid crashing into anyone. My adrenaline pumped as I pedaled faster to keep up with Chris. Despite all the traffic we arrived in Lan Kwai Fong after a half hour of travel.

We walked around a bit trying to find Sarah. Stores played girly American music from their surround sound speakers. The buildings shined with their LEDs illuminating the night sky with rainbow colors. The urbanized location birthed many restaurants and cafes along with night clubs and bars.

Lan Kwai Fong
Lan Kwai Fong

We met up with Sarah outside of “The Club” and she invited us to “Ya Kun Coffee & Toast.” We ate with the owners of the restaurant for free. They made this scrumptious toast with coconut oil and butter spread between two pieces of toasted bread. I ate from their specialty menu and ordered the curry chicken (Normally 38 RMB). Hands down this meal changed my view on the food in China. Not only did it fill my stomach, but the chicken, rice and broth spices watered my mouth with each bite. I devoured every last morsel of rice and drank every last drop of the curry broth.

This little cafe made me feel comfortable and cozy and the food tasted spectacular, all for a cheap price. We sat around and chatted for about an hour until meeting up with Billa to go to the Thanksgiving Party.

Lan Kwai Fong
Lan Kwai Fong

By this time the night sky loomed over us and the street lights shined our path. Sarah and I followed Chris and Billa as they scooted along to the party. We stopped at the local market to pick up some beer and asked a few people for directions to the apartment. After a few kilometers we made it to our destination and parked our bicycles and scooters in the parking garage of the building. The doorman escorted us into the building and we took the elevator to their floor. Unsure of what door to knock on, we took a chance with the only door decorated in gold party streamers.

After a few knocks, Joey and Devon answered the door and the fiesta began once we put all the beer into the fridge and freezer. Since we just ate not too long ago I didn’t have the luxury of enjoying much of the Thanksgiving foods. However, I did indulge in many beers and a few glasses of spicy wine. People from all over the world mingled in this tiny apartment. Americans, Germans, Swiss, Chinese, Korean, Spanish, and other cultures celebrated Thanksgiving. An artificial Christmas tree covered in bright lights and ornaments decorated the room a month before Christmas. I felt at home because my mother always puts the tree up before Thanksgiving.

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Brian Cray is not a cyclist. He’s not a hitchhiker. He’s not a train hopper or an adrenaline junkie. He’s just an ordinary man with gypsy blood in his veins, who can’t seem to settle down. Nothing defines him. He goes wherever this world takes him on this journey we call life, roaming the world, at will, by any means. He aspires for a life of indefinite travel, a tiny home in the woods for him and his wife, and any work that keeps him wanderin’. Brian Cray is a travel writer at heart, sharing his stories with the world one keystroke at a time.

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