Iona Orbinski-Vonk are travelling in China for the first time in their lives. Their destination is the fascinating Sichuan province - the home of panda bears. In this blog, Asa tells our readers how an Englishman is faring in the Middle Kingdom.

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Day seven and the battle against my newfound nemesis has reached fever pitch. Actually, my nemesis is a twin so I guess that should be nemeses. Just who or what could be upsetting the cool, calm and collected character of this easy-going Englishman, I hear you wonder.

They come in a pair, are slim, long, enjoy being handled gently and their only purpose in life is to feed you food. Guessed? Yes, that's right... my nemeses are chopsticks, or, as I like to call them, dropsticks – actually, I do have a vulgar name but children might be reading.

The last time I handled a pair of chopsticks was decades ago, so it was with some intrepidness that I arrived in China knowing that these steroid-enhanced splinters would stand between me and food. Granted, there's a spoon but in China the culture is all about 'keeping face' and I wasn't about to let my fellow countrymen down by resorting to scooping.

"Hold them like a pen!" came the advice, but I use a computer was the reply. When I pick up the chopsticks my hand-eye coordination wanders off for a coffee break, leaving me to wonder why there are suddenly five thumbs on my right hand. I did hope that years of exercising my wrist might help but such is life.

My success rate is slowly improving, but today I was faced with a slowly rotating table and chopsticks weighted at one end. Why are they being so nasty? I am sure the restaurant staff grease up my chopsticks to make gripping even harder.

The other frustration is the mysterious world of etiquette regarding the use of chopsticks. I know there are plenty of rules and the Chinese don't really follow any of them, but my frustration stems from another aspect. I am desperate to pretend the chopsticks are a) walrus teeth, b) a Confucius-style moustache, c) an arrow through my head, and d) a pair of reindeer antlers. I can't help it... I am a child of eight.

Even though I am probably losing weight as the intake of food dramatically slows, I do have a few days remaining to master the art of chopstickery and I will continue to try. I have a couple of suggestions, if you will, that the Chinese may want to implement in the future: serrated sticks to aid the grippage or perhaps just give one chopstick three prongs and the other a flat cutting edge... just a thought.

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