Samuel Wilson

Chinese weddings are no meagre affair. Copious amounts of food, baijiu, the colour red filled the wedding venue; lest we forget the guests themselves. With this “姐” (“jie”; sister) and that “哥” (“ge”; brother) all staring at the grinning...

I admit it, I’m a bit of a language nerd. One of my friends and a previous colleague of mine often sends me language memes and I get quite passionate in teaching my A-Level English Language class. In that...

Let me set the scene…  I’m sitting outside Nanjing Railway Station on a slightly chilly November morning sipping on my Americano; too hot and bitter but I need it at this time of morning; and munching down my morning “baozi”....

I’m not sure what hits you first. Is it the multi-coloured LED lights or is it the waft of something being grilled over hot coals? Whatever it is, it’s welcoming. Open arms welcoming. All I did was turn down a...

First things first, my eldest cat; yes, my eldest (human children are somewhere on the horizon as of yet), had visited Nanjing long before I did, albeit sat waiting on the tarmac of Lukou International Airport in the hold...