In the evening, I enjoyed drinks at a western-style bar, which my bartender referred to as a diner bar, offering sit-down food and drinks. We engaged in conversation about the significant foreign presence in Kunming and how it’s the first city in China where I’ve encountered black people. She mentioned that there are quite a few black people living here, and when I inquired about their origins, she informed me that many come from Myanmar. This was a revelation for me, as I learned that some Chinese classify individuals with very dark skin, regardless of their ancestry, as black. 

My bartender also shared a humorous anecdote about a white foreigner who, instead of learning Mandarin (the national Chinese dialect), opted to learn the local Kunming dialect. This dialect is primarily spoken in and around Kunming, not even throughout the province. That would be akin to someone solely speaking the Navajo language in America, and never spending time to learn English. It’s quite an investment of time and effort to learn a language with so little utility. Nevertheless, there is a significant foreign population, including Africans, here, and I look forward to engaging with some on this trip.