Chinglish.

My cousin, Heather, asked me to be on the look out for signs in "Chinglish." Y'know, the type of signs that have phrases that you're not quite sure what the message is--whose translation was executed by a first-year English student using only a Chinese-English dictionary.

This phots was taken next to the concession stand at the beach volleyball venue. And speaking for the concessions at the Olympic venues . . . man, they left our group extremely hungry by the end of day. Zipping around by taxi left us no time to grab a bite in a streetside eatery or something. Of course, we thought we could get a sandwich, a bowl of rice, maybe even a scorpion-on-a-stick at the venue concessions. Nope. The best they had was "vitamin bread"--essentially a plain roll wrapped in paper packaging. There were chips, and Snickers, and ice cream cones, but nothing substantive. All day, we subsisted on vitamin bread and Coke. Thank goodness for burgers and nachos. Now that's substantive!!

--Mike V.