A year ago — on the epic tour of China I took Debbie on through Datong, Xi’an, and Dujiangyan — we splurged on an absurdly expensive opportunity to take one-on-one pictures with a young panda at a different Panda research facility.
We were required to wear plastic gowns and gloves. We were told not to touch their ears or faces because they are very sensitive. “Are there any questions?” the young researcher asked after telling us all the rules. “Oh my God, so many questions,” I replied. “What is a panda?”
She was very confused.
The panda got it, though. He was cool.
On this year’s trip to Chengdu on our way to Tibet, we noticed this article in the China Daily:
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