Today I wash my first load of laundry since arriving in Yantai. The process is much the same as at home, but here people dry things on a clothesline. I don't think I’ve ever hung wash out to dry before. It remains to be seen how the Chinese “wash powder” will treat my clothes, but I hope it will be ok. Nobody else seems to have an issue with it, and at least I don't have fancy items with me.
Update— The wind blew a few items to the ground overnight, but nothing important— only a few socks and two t-shirts. Everything is drying better than predicted in this frigid breeze, though it all promises to be wrinkly. There has been an unbearable din of fireworks all morning, and the smell of gunpowder in the air. I worried that my clothes would now smell of fireworks, but, on second thought, I doubt it. Where I’ll put the clothes is an unsolved problem. What clean items I have left are strewn across the other bed (my room was intended for two people). I do have a closet, and a sort of cupboard, but it is built for hanging clothes, not stacking them, and I don't have many clothes-hangers.
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