… also known as the Great Hunt for Yeo’s Chrysanthemum Tea…
Earlier Saturday, Brandon and I headed out to Chinatown. He had an errand to run, and since I haven’t stepped foot in Chinatown in about 4 years, I decided to tag along. There was initial confusion about which bus to take through the tunnel at Stockton, but we soon figured that out (It’s either the 30 or the 45, by the way). The tunnel is located right past the Grand Hyatt near Union Square, and from afar, it looks like a huge gaping abyss leading to some faraway light. Its imposing concrete structure didn’t help the Twilight Zone flashbacks I was getting either.
As it turned out, the Twilight Zone might not be such an inappropriate analogy. The bus we were on went through the tunnel, traveled past pedestrians and other vehicles driving in the shadows, and emerged into what seems like a different world. Just imagine the contrast; we went from the climbing skyscrapers of Union Square to the dozens of Chinese mom-and-pop stores littered across the sidewalks in just a matter of minutes. It was like the bus was a time machine, and the tunnel was a matter transporter. Or something like that.
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Don’t have much time to report and chat, but here’s a brief summary of yesterday’s events: