No Translator, Bad Idea.

Last night was a great bad idea. After we got done with our training and managed to swing the night off, a bunch of us decided to try and go get some food. The only obstacle was that the people that been traditionally taking us out and speaking for us were going to be busy. But we Mercer kids, with our adventurous spirits and what-not, decided to take on the task anyway. We used our limited and broken Chinese to navigate the three separate taxis that we had to take to make it downtown, make seating reservations at Pizza Hut, order food, order drinks, chat a little with people, order beers and play pool at local bar. All of this to say that we are not as incompetent as we are being treated by some of the program staff.