Eastern Light International Hotel

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Twenty-three hours from Cincinnati to Los Angeles to Seoul, Korea to Qingdao.  I'm up here on the 18th floor.  Totally surprised, because, looking around the room, I could be anywhere in the US.

Breakfast came with the room.  I ate at the Oriental buffet the first two or three days and then changed to the VIP (read "Western") breakfast room for the rest of my two-week stay.  I was afraid that I would never see bacon and eggs again, so I did my best to eat enough Western breakfast to last for a good while.

ps. Haven't seen bacon since.  And the first eggs I bought in the store turned out to be duck eggs.  Quite

the surprise when I got back to the apartment and noticed for the first time that the label showed two ducks swimming in a pond.  Should've known that gray eggs weren't simply the Chinese version of chicken eggs.  We'll talk more later about the games your mind plays when it finds out what you've actually eaten or are thinking of eating.

My hotel in the foreground on the far left,  our agent's office in the background on the far right. It was a short, convenient walk.

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