Why does it always rain in Kunming?

Our second visit to Kunming and it was raining again. As YuppieNomad pointed out, we had somehow designated it an errand-running city, and while that generally is not very exciting in itself, the rain didn't do much to lift our spirits.

M for meat or mother. A for apple. L for love. A for apple. R for red. I for ice cream. A for apple. No, I don't have malaria. I want to prevent it. I am speaking Chinese. So, perhaps needless to say, our quest for anti-malaria meds in Kunming was unsuccessful, despite a visit even to a local Chinese hospital. I don't like hospitals to begin with and believe me, I never want to see one like that again.

Kunming did have some redeeming moments, though. We did eventually get our Lao visas --and for the right dates-- after chasing down the consulate people in their rooms. We also visited the food court-esque place we had discovered the last time that has booths featuring foods from different parts of China (plus Korea). And, we found a place to have sushi after having talked about it many days previously. "Maybe in Kunming," YuppieNomad kept saying. Well, our hopes were realized. [Yes, we live a tough life.] At any rate, it was definitely a good last meal to have before the long bus rides to Lao.