In many countries, travelers mean money, and to cash in on the tourism industry you have to know how to attract customers. This is particularly true in Beijing, where as the Olympics draw closer, more and more travelers flock to the city. Apparently this shop owner knows exactly what it takes with their humorous sign out front, as captured by Marni Rachel. I definitely want to go inside.

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Visitors planning a trip to the Beijing Olympics have had a lot of information to absorb in recent weeks. Between the tragedy of the Sichuan earthquake, the ongoing controversy surrounding the Olympic torch and somewhat inevitable construction blunders, there's been no shortage of China-related news. And if you weren't already on China Olympics information overload, the Beijing Organizing Committee saw fit on Monday to release a list of 57 "Do's and Don'ts" for foreign Olympic visitors.

The rules run the range from the fairly obvious (best take your Opium smuggling elsewhere) to the practical (how to file a complaint to the health department if you get food poisoning) to the more draconian (no materials detrimental to China's politics, economy, culture and moral standards). While I can understand the need for visitors to be conscious of local cultural customs, this list oversteps its bounds. Aside from the fact it reminds everyone of all the ongoing controversy, it does nothing but serve to frighten your potential visitors. What kind of host would do that?

Headed to Beijing for the games? Don't let travel bogeymen like "Do's and Don'ts" lists or potential controversy scare you away. Like any unknown travel situation, the rumors often overshadow the true story on the ground. By the time that opening ceremony kicks off you'll remember why you showed up in the first place.

For the first six years of my life, I was a rather normal kid, aside from the fact I still slept with my mom (back then, the Chinese frowned upon niceties like extra beds), and before every hot meal, I fetched from downstairs the bricks of coal needed to heat the stove. Then, on my sixth birthday, mom said the Americans would finally let us come live with dad, who was studying at Texas Tech in Lubbock. Our nosy neighbors were ecstatic. "You make sure to meet a cute blonde girl," the elderly woman next door said as she wobbled away in her bound feet. "And don't move back here."

I didn't quite understand the buzz of excitement. I already had my little kingdom all figured out, and in it, I was emperor. The Mattel cars, model locomotive, and collection of weirdly shaped rocks answered to no one but me. Yet there was one thing I did understand, and that was these toys weren't going to make it across the ocean with me.

I have succumbed to the fascination in viewing dead people. I'm not talking about funerals, but about viewing dead people who have been dead awhile, as in years and years. The recent public viewing of Padre Pio, a Catholic saint, in San Giovani Rotondo, Italy has brought back memories.

Ho Chi Minh was my first preserved body tourist attraction. Mao Zedong was the second one. I wasn't really comparing which of the two looked better when I went back for a second gander at Ho Chi Minh, but preservation has treated him better, in my opinion. Neither of these former leaders looked real, though--more like odd wax dolls.

Over the summer I found myself on a dusty lot overlooking Herzog & de Meuron's newest creation: an elegant jumble of I-beams that Beijing residents wryly refer to as the "bird's nest." When it's completed, the stadium will house 90,000 spectators for the opening of the Olympics, marking what many believe to be the "Century of China." I struggled to see anything beyond the gawking tourists, imposing cranes, and cough-inducing smog.

Beijing isn't very Beijing-ish anymore. Just a decade ago, I could amble through the labyrinths of hutongs – narrow alleyways unique to the capital – and sip some cha at the neighborhood teahouse. Now I barely recognize the new Beijing.

The sleepy outpost once considered the architectural backwater of Asia now rivals Shanghai and Hong Kong as a cosmopolitan juggernaut and its ambitions do not stop there. In the last few years, Beijing has snatched the attention of the world's top architects away from the usual gang – New York, London, Paris – to power its metamorphosis at a frenetic pace that threatens to eclipse Dubai's.

Did you have a happy St. Patrick's Day? While I didn't get in to any shenanigans (for once, it seems), I was able to have a few pints with friends up in Anchorage. Though they weren't perfectly-poured Guinnesses, they were locally brewed and likely tasted as good as Guinness in Ireland tastes. But there's plenty of non-St. Paddy's Day news this week at Gadling:

• Iva uncovered the story of a Brazilian plastic surgeon who has been operating illegally on a massage table. My favorite part? The photo of the surgeon, which makes him look like he could use a touch of the knife himself.
• Aaron brought us a guide to the "new" Costa Rica -- Ecuador. If you have any interest in traveling there, check out his fun and informative post.
  
• Justin opines on Southwest's safety, boarding procedures, and lack of peanuts on his recent flight.
  
• Abha examines whether or not travelers are safe in India, following the death of a 15-year-old British tourist in Goa. Read the alarming facts of her murder and the lackadaisical response of the police here.
  
• Have you ever wondered how to rent a villa in Tuscany? Jamie attended the AAA travel show and brought back several tidbits--scoring that 18th century farmhouse in northern Italy is just one of them.
  

And here are some more fun posts to set your weekend off right: Aaron's post on headlines from North Korea still makes me laugh; I'm curiously following the fate of squat toilets in Beijing (because I love squat toilets and think everyone should try them -- I know, I'm a freak); and an Australian put his entire life on eBay.

If you think that eating water-buffalo penis, a yaks knob with a hunk of foreskin, a dog's penis, bull's penis tip, bull's perineum, or deer-penis juice is gross (excuse me one minute while I go to throw up), think again. Apparently they're delicious delicacies, with energetic and virility benefits that rich Chinese people (mainly male members of the Communist Party) pay up to £250 for.

Guo-li-Zuang restaurant in Beijing specializes in serving such dishes of animal penises and testicles. China has a history of poverty and famine, which is why they are used to eating any animal and every morsel of it, so eating penises and testicles is nothing out of the ordinary. The stuff is mainly boiled, roasted or steamed, and served with a variety of items like lemon, soy, chili, honey and sesame-seed paste.

According to the author of the article on this restaurant: "All the knobs have intriguing, delicate and bizarre textures, although the flavor is mainly of pork braised in hot stock." The restaurant is sexist though as it doesn't serve female genitalia -- but oh what the heck.

Now that I think about it a bit more, it doesn't seem all that gross. They are really just body parts like anything else. I would have to say though, I'd probably enjoy it more if I didn't know what I was eating.

With the 2008 Beijing Summer Games right around the corner, I think I can safely say that Olympic fever is in the air...

Then again, with China hosting the event for the first time in the history of the games, maybe it's safe to say that this year's Olympic fever may be of the viral kind.

Indeed, it's hard to turn on the news today without hearing about the impending implications of China's economic and political coming out party.

But then again, it's not hard to see why, considering that the Chinese government's efforts to modernize Beijing haven't exactly been, um, ethical.

Of course, if you consider massive relocation of the poor, strict media censorship and forced labor to be acceptable practices in the Olympic rulebook, then I guess it's alright!

(There I said it - looks like Gadling will now be banned in China!)

Anyway, with the increased politicization of this year's Olympic Games, it's fairly likely that more and more news stories will slip past the Chinese filters.

Even Steven Spielberg jumped on the bandwagon this week, saying that he was boycotting the games in response to the Chinese government's alliance with Sudan in light of the genocide in Darfur.

Of course, as this is Gadling and not Human Rights Watch, today I will bring you a decidedly happier news story about one of the world's oldest Olympians.

There was a big New York Times story this weekend about the US Olympics delegation's plan to ship in 25,000 pounds of their own food to Beijing this summer.

Here's what one caterer for the delegation had to say about an innocent looking piece of chicken he found at an everyday supermarket. "We had it tested and it was so full of steroids that we never could have given it to athletes. They all would have tested positive." And more:

In recent years, some foods in China have been found to be tainted with insecticides and illegal veterinary drugs, and the standards applied to meat there are lower than those in the United States, raising fears of food-borne illnesses.

If Chinese food isn't good enough for US athletes, is it good enough for you? I think the surprising answer is no--if you have a sensitive stomach. My girlfriend got deathly sick for a week this past summer from eating a cantaloupe from a street vendor. I had similar problems a couple years back buying octopus from a street vendor. I think it goes to show: stick to actual restaurants.

It is no secret that the Olympics in China this year are designed to make a splash and let the world know that China is "back in the game."

The Guardian writer, Jonathan Clancey, has been inside the main building and declares it "quite simply stunning." The Chinese have named it Bird's Nest when its creators--Swiss architects Herzog & de Meuron, working with Arup and the China Architectural Design and Research Group--unveiled their design five years ago. "Its mesmeric steel frame, 41,875 tonnes in all, loops, swoops and swirls over and around the great, red, concrete 91,000-seat arena. What had seemed to be a solid structure from a distance proves to be a filigree Chinese puzzle close up."

The structure is almost complete, while the fit-out, with its shops, restaurants, cafes, bars and meeting places, is racing ahead. At times, there have been as many as 7,000 construction workers on site.

Say what you will about the Olympic-size megalomania, but there is no denying this is a gorgeous building..