Ch 14: China Bully

Most people I meet when backpacking are real cool. 99 out of 100. Once in a while however I run into that 1%. Xian is an awesome town and Ill write about it later but I have a fresh tale in mind. A couple of days ago a most rude fellow wandered into our hostel at the Bell Tower. I noticed he was very rude to all the Chinese workers at the time but did not think anything of it. Later on in the lobby he was actuallz bolsterous about how Chinese people were intimidated by him and how we had pushed around a Chinese begger who was trying to sell him train tickets. I promptly let him know that the punishment for retaliating against foreigners was what Chinese people feared and not the foreigners themselves. I thought that was the end of it.

Later on last night he came back from a bar/club that a bunch of us had been going to. It was 4am in the morning. In China the people often sleep where they work. The kind lady who was also the bartender/maid/cook was getting her well deserved sleep. The guy demanded the hostel hostess to wake her up. When told he could get water just downstairs he continued his bad demeaner. He actually started man handling a cat. Big man, I thought. Then he started teasing the hostess about how she ate cat. Woah dude do you know who I am, I thought. Then he went off on how the Chinese were the only people in the world he that were more poor then the Spanish. I was both shocked and had had enough of this doofus.

I promtly explained to the fellow the importance of manners and knowing when you are a guest in someone elses house. I believe he got the message after a few friendly slaps to his face. I gave him a few extra slaps on his fat belly as an exclaimation point. As I thought our China Bully was a real coward. Most bullies are losers who make themselves feel better by picking on the less fortunate. A real loser has to fly half way around the world to find people less fortunate then himself. I only hope he did not wake up his bunk mates with his sobbing last night. I never got his name either, but I think he was truly earned one last night. Its spelled B I . . . I'll let you figure it out.