Chinglish

I love Chinglish.
I love going into an airport, clothing store, public park, bus, or restaurant and reading something that's just not quite correct.  It makes my day.
So I take pictures to capture the memories.  I have a whole album on my mac devoted to Chinglish.

I was blessed this summer with my first piece of authentic Chinese clothing.  To top it off, it has Chinglish on it.

I know you can't read the bottom but it has a lovely story: [Frank's voice dropped a bit. "Wren the weather was bad he would drive me to school. He had this old truck that he used in his fishing business.]  No joke, that's what it says.  And 'wren' is not a typo on my part...

Then the other day, before leaving for Thailand, I saw this beauty.  I think it's my favorite piece of Chinglish I have ever encountered.  It even inspired this post.  Please take note of the last line.  It sort of wraps the whole shirt together.

And here are some of my favorites from the past few years of touring, or Chinglish hunting as I will now refer to it.  Here you go:

I'm pretty sure this was a restaurant.  Evan... potential name if you open your own place one day!

This was above the door on a bus we took.

I hate when people just throw their old clothes in nature.

Goodnight from LC and don't forget: Safe and civilized are golden ;)