Last night I dined with 15 Chinese men

Ok, well Julie and three German guys we met were there too, but it was hard to notice their existence over the drunk army of kind but extremely loud men. We were walking back from the beach arouhd midnight in Sanya on the Chinese island of Hainan, when I was called over to have a nice little ganpai (cheers). This is pretty normal, I get this whenever I am out late, being a whitey and all. I decided to endulge in the famous, or rather infamous, Chinese hospitality. When you eat in China, you eat out of a small bowl half full of white rice, and you pull pieces of meat or vegetables out of the big bowls on the table, family style. Hands jut out over the many plates full of tofu, braised bok choy and grilled chicken, agile chopsticks plucking morsels of food. Since we were guests, we paid for nothing, plus our small tea cups full of beer were never empty and our bowls brimming with food. We had nothing to offer them, but nice photo ops for their families back on the mainland, no doubt (Hainan is a vacation spot for Chinese tourists, since its the most southern point in China).The men plopped pieces of food in my bowl to show me that I was welcome at the table, and whenever someoen at the table said 'ganpai', everyone at the table had to stand up, shout something and drain your glass. Keep in mind that this was AFTER we polished off our own beers at the beach. Suddenly, the men all stood up and indicated by their manner of walking that they were drunk, and split. The five of us were left at a table with fifteen half drunk beers and whole un touched plates, the bill taken care of. Gotta love China.