Listen, I want my money back. Yeah, I understand. Sure, the flight was fine. And, yes, the hotel is great, just like the Best Western at home. Just like it. See, that’s the problem. I wanted mystery. You know, exotic. Dragons, maybe. Guys in robes with long beards, and warriors fighting in the sky. But instead, we get to shop. Shop for chrissakes? These people are supposed to be raving commies. Tomorrow we’re going to the Great Wall. I’m betting it’s a mall. This isn’t the adventure I bought.