Dalian is world-renowned for its architecture. The amount of creativity and imagination it took to create some of these masterpieces was inspirational. Lian hired a driver for us again and he joined us for most of the morning.
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(An assortment of the seaglass and shells I collected at the Golden Pebble Beach the day prior.)  
Dalian International National Conference Center three views.
I was obsessed. It looked like some madman's grater or some spiny otherworldly fish. The Chinese obsession with fish was appealing.
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Walking to our lunch with Lian. We met two undergrad students there for a lunch of noodle soup. By this point in my digestion noodle soup was Chinese for "rampant diarrhea..." sharing not for shock value but as a lesson to take heed of. Just because you're not drinking the water doesn't mean your not risking some sort o bacterial upset. Now 4 months later I'm still dealing with this. Yogurt, high fiber, hydrating with lemon water...nothing seems to have helped. This may be a lifelong struggle for me. A friend's husband noticed a permanent change in his system after returning from a trip to Pakistan. Oh well. It's not fatal and a minor inconvenience. Sights like this made it almost worth it. Almost.
Dalian International Convention Center
Chinese military presence. Yet again. The guy looking profile was too interested in me with my camera.
Chinese reinterpretation of the city of Venice off in the distance.
Family portrait portside. Not flattering of me but telling of how freakishly hot it was. Men and boys were fishing with longpoles off the dock beside us but all I could see was floating plastic detritus.
Lian and Beloved.
Nuclear everywhere. ;)
After touring the International Conference Center complex (and needing a mad dash to the neighboring Hilton hotel-seen below- to use their loo-seated toilets- thank you Jesus!)
we trundled back into our waiting minivan (water anyone?) and cranked up the a/c to our next stop, China's answer to Venice.
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