Chongqing Girls… na, na, na, na, na…Chongqing Girls
Apologies, I can’t tell you too much about Chongqing as I haven’t left the hotel today, yet. It is just coming up to 6pm and I’ve just finished helping out at the Warwick stand of the Chongqing recruitment fair. Once again we were placed in the arse-end of the stands because of our unfortunate capital letter (see my earlier post). Still we did see quite a few students and there were two in particular that I hope we will be able to convert into applications. The acid-test will be if they turn up to the seminar I am giving tomorrow afternoon.
Euphemia suggested on the plane last night that Chongqing girls were supposed to be the prettiest in China. She related a Chinese proverb that discussses what men wish for when they visit three major cities in China – when they come to Chongqing they wish they hadn’t married so early. I can’t say whether this is true or not as MDW might be reading but the view from my window is quite pleasant.
My colleague from Hong Kong (Wing for those that know him) is arriving in a few hours and I’m sure he will have an opinion formed by more sustained analysis. Chongqing Girls… na, na, na, na, na…Chongqing Girls (to the tune of Girls on Film)