For many people, one of the joys of travelling is tasting the food in other countries. Unfortunately, I’m not a very adventurous person when it comes to trying certain foods.
For example, I don’t like fish.
Yes. I’m a Newfoundlander and I don’t like fish. If it swims, crawls or frolics in the water, I don’t eat it. As well, I don’t like lamb, goose, pheasant or any wild game.
And I don’t like duck.
So, on my second day in Beijing in October, 2010, I went up to my tour director, Jin, and asked him if he had gotten my list of dietary restrictions. He said he had.
“So,” I said. “We’re not eating duck on this tour?”
“No,” he replied in a calm, matter-of-fact tone. “None of that on this tour.”
“No?” I asked. “Cause the itinerary says we’re having Peking duck for dinner.”
“Ohhhhhh,” Jin said then smiled. “Duck? I thought you said dog.”
Of course, what got me was that he wasn’t the least bit upset when he thought I was asking if we were going to be eating dog on this tour.
🙂