Tonight is a Western-style banquet (tenderloin, yum!) to celebrate our last night in mainland China. At dinner, Fred made a nice speech and brought around a special bottle of wine. Snake wine. Now, either Dad wasn't paying close attention to what Fred was saying, or he forgot those Lonely Planet DVDs we watched before we came. I tasted it, and didn't like it - no surprise, even without snakes I'm not much on strong alcohol. Dad drank his, and mine - and only then took a good look at the bottle:


Yurgh!
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