It's funny the way things can turn up once you've given up on them. You may recall this post from a year and a half ago in which I opted to snuggle down in my hotel room and watch Japanese television instead of dragging my exhausted body through Xian's Muslim Quarter.

As the title of this post suggests, after all this time, I stumbled across a clip from the Japanese variety show I watched that night. So now, I can finally share with you that very special mixture of confusion, jealousy, and elation I experienced that night in Xian.

Just tying up a few loose ends and filling in a few blanks, including the one picture that pretty much summarizes my entire trip.

I suppose you could also call this Teresa's Guide to Chinese Bathroom Awareness, but that sounds too much like a religious book. I definitely did a lot of praying before walking into some of these bathrooms, though. If there are no atheists in a fox hole, there aren't any atheists in the bathroom line at a Chinese gas station, either.

If someone is buried with an army the size of this one, it's safe to say they probably made a lot of enemies during their life and are concerned that said enemies might be waiting for them in the afterlife.

In six and a half hours, you could fly from Boston to San Francisco. Or you could take a train from Luoyang to Xian. A six and a half hour train ride isn't too bad, unless it's supposed to be five hours.