So my work situation is fairly nice. We are paid quite well, given free dorm-style apartments, and a meal card that covers meals Monday to Friday. Since it does not cover meals on the weekends, it forces me to explore the city and find places to eat.
Anyone who knows me, knows that I can be somewhat picky about the types of foods that I eat. At home, I eat mostly raw foods, so very minimal meat, especially pork (I don't like the taste of most pork, except bacon. Bacon is in its own category, lol!). In addition to these limitations, guess what my least favorite cuisine is? Yup, you guessed it...CHINESE FOOD.
I am Simone, and I have chosen to live in China for 15 months, despite not liking Chinese food.
Ok now that little tid bit is out of the way, you all can imagine my food struggles in China. It was very bad initially because I knew no restaurants, was not very familiar with the metro system, and struggled to take taxis because they rarely spoke or understood any English. Luckily, my boss has traveled abroad and experienced the same thing. She always invited me out for meals and showed me a few places in the village that were affordable and tasty.
Over the course of a month, I found that I liked to keep it cheap and simple on the weekends; noodle shop or rice shop. I liked the noodle shop because it served huge bowls of noodles for 7 RMB (slightly more than $1). I liked the rice shop because it was close, filling, and had veggies that came with it for only 10 RMB (~$1.75). Following the Dragon Boat Festival, I was much less inclined to go out looking for new places to eat, and became a regular at either of these places. It was at the rice shop where I became a regular. While small, I can usually enjoy my food without "much" trouble.
I like to describe this place as being a real life "Diner Dash" experience. When I initially went there alone, it was quite interesting. The menus were falling apart and had no pictures or English. My sure fire method became "the look and point" method; you find the 1st or last thing on the menu, point to it, and hope that it's edible. By my 4th week I found a rice bowl that was mostly veggies. It became my go to each week.
Now, as I have described many times before, many people stare at me. It's a constant thing, and I tell myself that they are mostly curious, and attempt to ignore it. This always happened to me by the cooks. I get my food. I look up. I smile and wave. They keep staring. I go about my business.
I found some comfort in my routine, but I noticed small changes with my food each time. I always ordered the same thing, but my food was slightly different. I figured out that the cook was watching me eat. He noticed if I liked something, and the next time I ordered it, there would be more of it in my bowl. After a month or so, my bowls were meatless and filled with egg, green beans, and jalapeños! It was exactly what I wanted, despite being unable to tell them.
I also noticed that small improvements were made throughout the restaurant. One week all the menus were replaced. The next, the AC units were being used. The week after, the cook had a hair cut and a new uniform. The next, the was a fridge full of cold cokes and sprites. Heaven on earth I tell you!
While these little things may seem like nothing, I found them to be so encouraging. I struggle a lot with being foreign in the village. There's always a lot of pointing and laughing and shock. Its very often not fun, but I can say that people always pay attention to me. Though it takes a while for me to get things done here, persistence pays off. Despite not actually "doing" all that much, not giving in to the temptation of staying locked inside allowed me to find foods that I enjoyed. I will take any progress because it means that I am at least moving forward!
Sunday, August 24, 2014
Saturday, August 16, 2014
My First Holiday
The Dragon Boat Festival in China is a festival is a way to commemorate the death of famous poet, Qu Yuan. I encourage you to read more about his this story; it's somewhat interesting. Today's people are somewhat disconnected from the traditions of this holiday and it mostly seen as a (rare) day off from work. Luckily, I live in a urban village where more people celebrate and observe this holiday.
In downtown Guangzhou, boat races are held that draw rowing teams from all over the world. Unfortunately, I never saw the actual races but got to explore some of the city and see people in a much more relaxed state as they hung out by the river front. As you can image, my presence started quite a commotion during the races. Everyone yelled as I walked by, camera in hand. I was able to catch some very special moments this way.
By this time in my narrative, the thrill of travel really began to wear off and that whole "being different" thing kicked in. I would love to say that I took part in many of the dinners and festivities of this holiday, but I really just wanted to stay in seclusion. I spent most of my 3-day-weekend inside, catching up on rest, recovering from my first club experience (I'll describe later), and basically hiding from people.
Ok, first let me describe the club experience because it was nuts (this is technically later, right?!). So my African friends that bought dinner (previous post) for my friends and I, hit us up to go to a club. Somehow this weekend was the busiest weekend for all of us. One of my classmates mother (who is awesome!) was visiting and in Beijing, and my other 2 classmates were heading to Beijing for the weekend, but meeting up with friends that night. I was looking to do something "other" for my first night alone, so I met up with them for a bite to eat and then to a club.
Maybe I'm getting older and all clubs are like this, or maybe I'm so American and just feel like anything other than our party scene is just not up to par, but let me tell you...I arrived to an OMG party with techno blasting at deafening volumes. It actually took me 3 days to fully recover my hearing after that, but I digress. Now if you're like me, then you have no clue what an OMG party is. I attended one and can say that I still have no idea what it is, but I'll describe the scene. Loud, flashy, corny, and neon watered down American trends, but I schleeeeep doh! LOL. Only some of you will get that phrase, but really I could have lived without it. They actually brought in some American DJs who did a good job and some random, no-name performers who did covers of old American songs like Rhianna's Cake. It was like culture shock all over again as I could NOT, for the life of me, understand why everyone was so hype.
After staying out wayyyyy too late (I got back at 5am) and being awakened by fireworks that sounded like a drive by, I was up. Despite not really feeling like interacting with locals, I decided I wanted to do something American. I decided that was to eat Pizza Hut. Still feeling experimental, I took a "bus" to the closer metro station. Now I say "bus" because it more accurately could be described as a glorified 12 passenger van that drives as fast as possible with so many people crammed inside it, that people are standing in the isles. By time I got to the metro I was just happy to be alive.
I don't know if it was because it was a holiday weekend or I just was sensitive, but by week 3 in China, the stares really started to get to me. I will say that its actually more than just people looking at me, but the looks of disgust or fear that come as I walk, stand, or sit anywhere. Having people jump away from you because they touched your skin or laugh in your face point and joking about you because they know you don't understand, is not the best of feelings. By time I exited the metro I was pretty exhausted and defeated so I really wasn't trying to hear all the pedicab drivers yelling "Halllloooooo" and, well, any other random English in my face as I try to find the Pizza Hut.
I walked quickly down the street to get away from them and to get a better idea of what was in the area. I was slowed down by a group of girls who were walking much slower than I was, and I tried to get around them before having to see their reactions. Unfortunately, I was not fast enough and 2 of the girls separated from a third girl who was directly in front of me. They yelled something to her (I assume my description) and she ran a few step up and then over in fear, and they all walked away laughing. Extremely hurt, I walked to the intersection and crossed the street.
Who knew that I could, while minding my own business, offend so many people?
Though shaken, I was still hungry and determined to find the Pizza Hut. It was in a huge mall that took up the space equivalent to 4 or 5 American city blocks. I walk up and see a long line, forcing me to stand outside and wait as every passerby stared and laughed. I get finally get a table and am able to eat near the back of the restaurant in relative peace.
Many people could, and have said, "just ignore them." "This is how they feel in America." "Just think of it like you're famous!" But I would argue that none of these things were felt in my experience. I doubt that they ever feel like this. I don't want to lessen their struggles and experience, but I cannot imagine that this is how they feel in America.
I hate it. In fact, I really hate being the center of attention in any situation. I can remember feeling like crying in my younger days when everyone would stop and stare at me while they sang "Happy Birthday to youuuuu!" Yeah. So one can only imagine how I feel when the attention is seemingly so negative every time you go anywhere.
Is it ignorance? Yes. In its most literal form.
Are there cultural differences? Yes.
Are they used to seeing black people? Absolutely not.
I have dealt with a lot of uncomfortable situations before. I have been in similar situations before while traveling abroad. I have gone to cultural sensitivity trainings, body language classes, and been in a myriad of other situations that have allowed me to have a fairly open mind, but being mocked and ridiculed on a daily basis is totally different. I have found myself making decisions like skipping meals to avoid having to go outside and I often give myself pep talks just to go across the street to the grocery store.
This Chinese experience is giving me a lot more of "other" than I could have ever imagined or prepared for.
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| View from my room of the fireworks and decorations in Lijiao Village |
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| Rowing team observing some of the Dragon Boat traditions |
By this time in my narrative, the thrill of travel really began to wear off and that whole "being different" thing kicked in. I would love to say that I took part in many of the dinners and festivities of this holiday, but I really just wanted to stay in seclusion. I spent most of my 3-day-weekend inside, catching up on rest, recovering from my first club experience (I'll describe later), and basically hiding from people.
Ok, first let me describe the club experience because it was nuts (this is technically later, right?!). So my African friends that bought dinner (previous post) for my friends and I, hit us up to go to a club. Somehow this weekend was the busiest weekend for all of us. One of my classmates mother (who is awesome!) was visiting and in Beijing, and my other 2 classmates were heading to Beijing for the weekend, but meeting up with friends that night. I was looking to do something "other" for my first night alone, so I met up with them for a bite to eat and then to a club.
Maybe I'm getting older and all clubs are like this, or maybe I'm so American and just feel like anything other than our party scene is just not up to par, but let me tell you...I arrived to an OMG party with techno blasting at deafening volumes. It actually took me 3 days to fully recover my hearing after that, but I digress. Now if you're like me, then you have no clue what an OMG party is. I attended one and can say that I still have no idea what it is, but I'll describe the scene. Loud, flashy, corny, and neon watered down American trends, but I schleeeeep doh! LOL. Only some of you will get that phrase, but really I could have lived without it. They actually brought in some American DJs who did a good job and some random, no-name performers who did covers of old American songs like Rhianna's Cake. It was like culture shock all over again as I could NOT, for the life of me, understand why everyone was so hype.
After staying out wayyyyy too late (I got back at 5am) and being awakened by fireworks that sounded like a drive by, I was up. Despite not really feeling like interacting with locals, I decided I wanted to do something American. I decided that was to eat Pizza Hut. Still feeling experimental, I took a "bus" to the closer metro station. Now I say "bus" because it more accurately could be described as a glorified 12 passenger van that drives as fast as possible with so many people crammed inside it, that people are standing in the isles. By time I got to the metro I was just happy to be alive.
I don't know if it was because it was a holiday weekend or I just was sensitive, but by week 3 in China, the stares really started to get to me. I will say that its actually more than just people looking at me, but the looks of disgust or fear that come as I walk, stand, or sit anywhere. Having people jump away from you because they touched your skin or laugh in your face point and joking about you because they know you don't understand, is not the best of feelings. By time I exited the metro I was pretty exhausted and defeated so I really wasn't trying to hear all the pedicab drivers yelling "Halllloooooo" and, well, any other random English in my face as I try to find the Pizza Hut.
I walked quickly down the street to get away from them and to get a better idea of what was in the area. I was slowed down by a group of girls who were walking much slower than I was, and I tried to get around them before having to see their reactions. Unfortunately, I was not fast enough and 2 of the girls separated from a third girl who was directly in front of me. They yelled something to her (I assume my description) and she ran a few step up and then over in fear, and they all walked away laughing. Extremely hurt, I walked to the intersection and crossed the street.
Who knew that I could, while minding my own business, offend so many people?
Though shaken, I was still hungry and determined to find the Pizza Hut. It was in a huge mall that took up the space equivalent to 4 or 5 American city blocks. I walk up and see a long line, forcing me to stand outside and wait as every passerby stared and laughed. I get finally get a table and am able to eat near the back of the restaurant in relative peace.
Many people could, and have said, "just ignore them." "This is how they feel in America." "Just think of it like you're famous!" But I would argue that none of these things were felt in my experience. I doubt that they ever feel like this. I don't want to lessen their struggles and experience, but I cannot imagine that this is how they feel in America.
I hate it. In fact, I really hate being the center of attention in any situation. I can remember feeling like crying in my younger days when everyone would stop and stare at me while they sang "Happy Birthday to youuuuu!" Yeah. So one can only imagine how I feel when the attention is seemingly so negative every time you go anywhere.
Is it ignorance? Yes. In its most literal form.
Are there cultural differences? Yes.
Are they used to seeing black people? Absolutely not.
I have dealt with a lot of uncomfortable situations before. I have been in similar situations before while traveling abroad. I have gone to cultural sensitivity trainings, body language classes, and been in a myriad of other situations that have allowed me to have a fairly open mind, but being mocked and ridiculed on a daily basis is totally different. I have found myself making decisions like skipping meals to avoid having to go outside and I often give myself pep talks just to go across the street to the grocery store.
This Chinese experience is giving me a lot more of "other" than I could have ever imagined or prepared for.
Tuesday, July 22, 2014
Something to hold you over
So I have been fairly busy with work and planning my next adventures and then big move to Shanghai for the remainder of my Chinese Adventure.
I have been keeping up with some issues in the US and wrote a quick post about it. Please read and leave your feedback on the issue. I'm very interested in other's opinions on the matter!
So I've had some planning convos and was told that being "negative" will not help anything get done in creating better cities. While this is true, I see myself as more critical. It comes off as negative because its in opposition to the convention. To attain really good design, we should be honest and critical about our designs.
In China, my views have really changed from believing everything I have been taught as the right way, to questioning implementation and use of some of our most fundamental theories; how are we serving the end user? We must challenge our ideas to go further than what we previously have.
I feel that well thought out and creative projects are wonderful and very much needed, but they are completely useless if they do not help everyday people. The projects might be beautiful, but if you ask the average city dweller in the area what they fell about it, what would they say?
My views on Detroit fall in line with this thought. All jargon aside, what do the people want? What do the people have that they can capitalize on? Many projects have been proposed to serve a very specific demographic and have left others out of the conversation; I've seen this in other cities as well.
I was very happy to find a Huffington Post article, as it really inspires me as a planner and landscape architect. We not only have a duty to make new and exciting work, but it should always be useful to those living in the area. I believe the major factor will be what the local people can bring to the table. It helps when you ask them, but is even better when they are willing to do it for themselves.
I'm not saying that we should abandon all conventions; they are definitely here for a reason. I'm just saying we should constantly be asking, "Are we really doing what we claim to be doing with our projects?"
Find the Huffington Post article HERE
I have been keeping up with some issues in the US and wrote a quick post about it. Please read and leave your feedback on the issue. I'm very interested in other's opinions on the matter!
So I've had some planning convos and was told that being "negative" will not help anything get done in creating better cities. While this is true, I see myself as more critical. It comes off as negative because its in opposition to the convention. To attain really good design, we should be honest and critical about our designs.
In China, my views have really changed from believing everything I have been taught as the right way, to questioning implementation and use of some of our most fundamental theories; how are we serving the end user? We must challenge our ideas to go further than what we previously have.
I feel that well thought out and creative projects are wonderful and very much needed, but they are completely useless if they do not help everyday people. The projects might be beautiful, but if you ask the average city dweller in the area what they fell about it, what would they say?
My views on Detroit fall in line with this thought. All jargon aside, what do the people want? What do the people have that they can capitalize on? Many projects have been proposed to serve a very specific demographic and have left others out of the conversation; I've seen this in other cities as well.
I was very happy to find a Huffington Post article, as it really inspires me as a planner and landscape architect. We not only have a duty to make new and exciting work, but it should always be useful to those living in the area. I believe the major factor will be what the local people can bring to the table. It helps when you ask them, but is even better when they are willing to do it for themselves.
I'm not saying that we should abandon all conventions; they are definitely here for a reason. I'm just saying we should constantly be asking, "Are we really doing what we claim to be doing with our projects?"
Find the Huffington Post article HERE
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
Wuhan: My City of "Firsts"
A classmate from grad skoo, Li, is from Wuha, in Hubei province, and invited the group up to be shown the city by a local. While the planning aspect of this trip completely broke down- imagine a bunch of future urban planners being able to coordinate a trip- I was still able to take Li up on her offer. It was a bit stressful due to the fact that the internet went down in our building the day before I was scheduled to depart. That's right, I had almost no communication with Li while I still figuring out where to go to pick up bullet train tickets, planning my metro trip, and making sure I could get through the station without being able to read the signs.
Fast forwarding past the journey (described in previous posts) we have my actual arrival in Wuhan. There was no greater sight than a familiar face to meet me at the train station. I think Li and I were both surprised at me making it there and ran to hug one another. I could already tell I was going to enjoy whatever happened that weekend. My first excursion was underway!
I was told that Wuhan was a very old city, so my expectation was to find a city that was stereotypically traditional, but was met with a huge and busy city; I was in love. It's much like Guangzhou in many aspects, but bigger and hotter! (I later found out it is one of the 3 brick ovens of China, 100% sure if thats correct but yeah, it was hot) This being only my second full week in China, my understanding of Chinese cities in general is quite poor, but Wuhan is very nice and busy!
Li has arranged for us to meet with several friends who are more familiar with this city, as it has changed a lot from when she was last there. It's still early evening when we arrived to meet Li's friend, so we stop at an arcade. Like most things, Chinese arcades are on another level. The prizes are bigger and better, there are tons of people- always a surprise to me to see so many people interacting in a downtown- and it's connected to a underground mall!
We don't stay long but walk around and see everything. Li informed me that she spent a lot of time and money at these arcades when she was younger and I can definitely see why!
After goofing around for a bit, it's time to meet our first tour guide, a childhood friend of Li's, for dinner. It's good because all I had to eat up until that point was my traveling schnacks and was starving. We meet and they ask me if I like spicy food, which I love, so we cross the busy street- crossing the street more or less resembles a life size game of frogger- and go to a hotpot restaurant. I have never heard or tried a hotpot, but figured why not?!
For those who are like I was, then you need to try a hotpot as soon as possible. It was amazingly delicious! Its basically seasoned "broth" that you place on a burner at your table and cook thinly sliced meats and veggies. You order several things to "cook"in the hot broth and share with the table. It was so cool that they chose to take me there because it was my first time trying a hot pot and they went all out! I will say this about the Chinese; they really love to entertain guests! I have had some of the best hospitality here, and Wuhan was my first taste of this; very Typical Chinese. We had quail eggs -my first time trying, but delicious-, crab, lettuce, beef...you name it! It was sooooo much food but I will never forget my first experience. It was nice to meet new people, talk, and joke around!
During our conversation we swapped our language barrier horror stories. Mine all started and ended with...I said this...no one understood me...so I sad Xiexie (sorry) and walked away. My new friend went into one of his stories and it really made me think. I put this next part as a Facebook post recently, so feel free to skip ahead if you've already read this, but here is the post again for those who have not:
How many of us actually listen to others? Like listen, not wait to find an opening to talk again, or offer an answer based on what we assume is coming next, but listen?
A friends I met in Wuhan told me a story of how he always believed his English was so terrible. It was to the point that he stopped practicing it for a long time, and eventually forgot a lot of it entirely. It was based solely off of 1 incident. He was waiting for his friends to arrive from American at the airport and saw a lady, who was very clearly American, and most likely to be coming on the same flight, He politely walked up to her and said, "Excuse me, are you coming from New York." She replied, "No, thank you." He then went into a very funny story as he thought to himself, "Oh my Gosh. My English is so bad, she couldn't understand me!"
It was quite funny, but quite sad at the same time. He went around for years, thinking that he had a problem, when really she just was not listening. Grant it, she didn't expect it, but I always notice when someone speaks more than a "Halllooooooo!" to me when I go out.
This rally made me think about myself. How often do we turn away someone without helping them because we simply did not listen to their need? Or, how many times did we "help" someone according to out limited understanding, but not give them what they actually asked for?
I'm not deep
Just food for thought.
Speaking of food...
After dinner, we walked off some of those very yummy extra calories from dinner. We walked back through downtown, which seems to have transformed into an even more lively area after the sun went down. With bright lights and people everywhere, its nothing like any American downtown I've experienced. We then headed towards the waterfront and then took a shuttle along the water. Apparently Wuhan's waterfront park is one of the longest in the world; it would have taken hours to walk the entire thing!
In the morning, we start out fairly early to grab some breakfast at an awesome bakery before heading to Li's undergraduate university. Breakfast was very yummy as we walked and ate on our way to Wuhan University!
At Wuhan University, we met several other students. Some are planning on coming to Georgia Tech in the fall and some of them were friends, both old and new. We toured the campus as a group and saw so many places that it would take too long to mention them all. While in Wuhan, I tried many local food items, including the hot, dry noodle, of which, Wuhan is famous.
Since this post is getting fairly long, I will just post the some of the pictures I got before I filled my Sim card, enjoy!
As you can see, my trip to Wuhan was a whirlwind of excitement! I saw and experienced so many firsts from travel to food. I am so happy to have made a friend like Li at Georgia Tech. She was so hospitable and accommodating during this trip, and thus, was what I have also learned to be very Typical Chinese. It was truly an experience of a lifetime. I'm actually sad that I will miss out on our second year of grad school together as she will be going back to Tech and I will go to Shanghai. Thank you again Li, I had a blast!
Fast forwarding past the journey (described in previous posts) we have my actual arrival in Wuhan. There was no greater sight than a familiar face to meet me at the train station. I think Li and I were both surprised at me making it there and ran to hug one another. I could already tell I was going to enjoy whatever happened that weekend. My first excursion was underway!
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| An Instagram post of me and Li from my trip! Follow @Simoniesees for frequent China updates |
I was told that Wuhan was a very old city, so my expectation was to find a city that was stereotypically traditional, but was met with a huge and busy city; I was in love. It's much like Guangzhou in many aspects, but bigger and hotter! (I later found out it is one of the 3 brick ovens of China, 100% sure if thats correct but yeah, it was hot) This being only my second full week in China, my understanding of Chinese cities in general is quite poor, but Wuhan is very nice and busy!
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| Wuhan City Center around 5pm |
We don't stay long but walk around and see everything. Li informed me that she spent a lot of time and money at these arcades when she was younger and I can definitely see why!
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| There was a line to play what we call Dance Dance Revolution |
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| The awesome prizes! |
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| Me after finding some tickets on the ground! |
For those who are like I was, then you need to try a hotpot as soon as possible. It was amazingly delicious! Its basically seasoned "broth" that you place on a burner at your table and cook thinly sliced meats and veggies. You order several things to "cook"in the hot broth and share with the table. It was so cool that they chose to take me there because it was my first time trying a hot pot and they went all out! I will say this about the Chinese; they really love to entertain guests! I have had some of the best hospitality here, and Wuhan was my first taste of this; very Typical Chinese. We had quail eggs -my first time trying, but delicious-, crab, lettuce, beef...you name it! It was sooooo much food but I will never forget my first experience. It was nice to meet new people, talk, and joke around!
During our conversation we swapped our language barrier horror stories. Mine all started and ended with...I said this...no one understood me...so I sad Xiexie (sorry) and walked away. My new friend went into one of his stories and it really made me think. I put this next part as a Facebook post recently, so feel free to skip ahead if you've already read this, but here is the post again for those who have not:
How many of us actually listen to others? Like listen, not wait to find an opening to talk again, or offer an answer based on what we assume is coming next, but listen?
A friends I met in Wuhan told me a story of how he always believed his English was so terrible. It was to the point that he stopped practicing it for a long time, and eventually forgot a lot of it entirely. It was based solely off of 1 incident. He was waiting for his friends to arrive from American at the airport and saw a lady, who was very clearly American, and most likely to be coming on the same flight, He politely walked up to her and said, "Excuse me, are you coming from New York." She replied, "No, thank you." He then went into a very funny story as he thought to himself, "Oh my Gosh. My English is so bad, she couldn't understand me!"
It was quite funny, but quite sad at the same time. He went around for years, thinking that he had a problem, when really she just was not listening. Grant it, she didn't expect it, but I always notice when someone speaks more than a "Halllooooooo!" to me when I go out.
This rally made me think about myself. How often do we turn away someone without helping them because we simply did not listen to their need? Or, how many times did we "help" someone according to out limited understanding, but not give them what they actually asked for?
I'm not deep
Just food for thought.
Speaking of food...
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| Hotpot food! (The picture doesn't do it justice, I was too busy eating to get a good shot) |
After dinner, we walked off some of those very yummy extra calories from dinner. We walked back through downtown, which seems to have transformed into an even more lively area after the sun went down. With bright lights and people everywhere, its nothing like any American downtown I've experienced. We then headed towards the waterfront and then took a shuttle along the water. Apparently Wuhan's waterfront park is one of the longest in the world; it would have taken hours to walk the entire thing!
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| Some of the few pictures I got on a very smoggy night |
In the morning, we start out fairly early to grab some breakfast at an awesome bakery before heading to Li's undergraduate university. Breakfast was very yummy as we walked and ate on our way to Wuhan University!
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| Some of the tasty treats at the bakery and our yummy breakfast (above) |
At Wuhan University, we met several other students. Some are planning on coming to Georgia Tech in the fall and some of them were friends, both old and new. We toured the campus as a group and saw so many places that it would take too long to mention them all. While in Wuhan, I tried many local food items, including the hot, dry noodle, of which, Wuhan is famous.
Since this post is getting fairly long, I will just post the some of the pictures I got before I filled my Sim card, enjoy!
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| Some of the beautiful scenery on Wuhan University's campus |
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| The campus was very busy with families and graduates taking pictures |
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| The group headed to visit the library |
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| Some of the historic architecture on campus; these are dorms |
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| Before we went to the highest and oldest part of the campus |
Saturday, July 12, 2014
My Little Friend Lena
So in my previous post, I mentioned making a new friend. This little girl was hilarious. I thought I would share a few of the stories and our interaction in greater detail, as it sticks out as one of my favorite memories while in China.
After we spoke about our striking physical differences, Lena mentions that she has an American English teacher. They call him Snider and he is her absolute favorite teacher because he is fun. This is in opposition of her Chinese English teach who Lena described as "being bad for her health!" (I literally laughed out loud)
This little girl is so outgoing, a little mischievous, but very sweet; we are kindred spirits for sure! Her English is very good and she explains that they receive a currency in her class called "Snider B's" for getting good grades. With this money they can buy things. Lena had 2,000 Snider b's but had spent 200 on chocolate, 400 on poker cards, and 700 on something else, but she couldn't remember, and lost 400 in the washing machine when he mother washed her shorts. She was real torn up about that loss. She wished that she could go back in time and remember that it was laundry day so she get could that money out of her pocket. I understand completely!
Lena then goes into her love of chocolate pudding and how Snider has some that he is unwilling to sell to his students for any amount of Snider B's. Her situation led to some desperate measures on her part, as she explains the discovery of Snider's unlocked office. In his office the chocolate pudding is very visible on a very high up shelf, deemed unreachable by the 9 year old. Before leaving, she noticed 300 Snider B's on his desk that she admittedly took and then fled the scene of the crime before he came back. With the new potential to make a quick economic come back, Lena recruited more of her classmates and the later returned to Snider's office. This time they found 500 Snider B's on the desk, but they had been glued to the desk. She said she noticed a huge stack of Snider B's placed beside the unreachable puddings and realized the trick that had been played. She and her friends ran before he came back, and she made me promise not to tell Snider if I see him when I go back to America. I have a feeling that unless he reads this blog, my promise will be kept.
Snider's class is her favorite for 2 reasons: 1. It is fun and 2. they are only given 1 homework assignment, while her Chinese English teacher gives 3 each night. She describes Snider as a bald man that attempts to hide this baldness under a hat! She also says he has an ugly mustache and very blue eyes. If you know me, then you know the struggle it was to not laugh at this description. She is a very observant young lady, to say the least.
Lena has been to 4 countries, one of which was Singapore. She told me it was very beautiful and clean. It was for this reason she did not like it there, explaining she like places that were very dirty "with a lot of soil so she could play in it."
We talked for about an hour straight as everyone, including her parents stared in amazement by this very rare sight. She reluctantly says good bye as they go to catch their train. It was quite a shock to hear her playfully yell "hello" in my ear 5 minutes later. Haha! She takes her seat right next to me and explains that how their train had been delayed 31 minutes.
She gets a bit sad because she says she wants to be my friend, but that we had only met once. I explain that technically we had met twice because she left and came back meaning that we were indeed friends. She laughs but finds my explanation satisfactory; we're definitely buddies! She then asked for my phone number, which I gave her as well as writing my name, email address, and the city and state I live in back home so she can find it on her globe at school. I now have a Chinese BFF that is 9 years old and in the 3rd grade; this is typical for me. This random conversation is also Typical China.
She told me she liked my brown skin, as we measured our hands against one another and she enjoyed running her hands along my "soft" arms. Despite her not really understanding "why" I was this way, it didn't stop her from touching my "curly" locks. She was truly disappointed that my 26 year old hands were bigger than her 9 year old hands, but her curiosity turned to enjoyment. She also told me she liked how white my teeth were, and proceed to point and yell that her mothers were yellow. She then said her father looked like a dog and I, at that very moment, hated that I was an adult because as much as I wanted to laugh, I had to look disappointed because it was rude. I had to turn away so she wouldn't see the laugh I had inside, but mannnnnnnn!
She told me she had a brother who lived in Singapore, which was a shock to me. Thinking back to how astonished my workmates were when I told them about my 2 sisters. I'll have to ask someone later because I find some people in China have siblings while others do not. I know there are a lot of restrictions here, but some are more flexible then others.
After showing me some Chinese characters and speaking a few new words, we take some selfies on her mother's iPhone her parent's invite me to Foshan, which is very close to Guangzhou, and we say goodbye. I did bump into her again in the restroom before boarding the train. She yelled thats 3 times, meaning that we had met each other 3 times. I understand this meant we were not the very best of friends, lol!
This was just a nice experience in general because I actually had a nice conversation in English, but did not feel like I didn't belong. I really hope that Lena will contact me one day so I can go and visit her. She was a lot of fun, and I would love to see another city in China. I gave her some of snacks cakes, despite her mother motioning no to her. She at first says no because her mother says she's too fat, but I look directly at her mother as I hand it to her and put her on the spot. I say, "It's ok to have just one snack, right?" She couldn't say no at that point, but Lena is turned up an gets to arguing. *I exited stage left*
After we spoke about our striking physical differences, Lena mentions that she has an American English teacher. They call him Snider and he is her absolute favorite teacher because he is fun. This is in opposition of her Chinese English teach who Lena described as "being bad for her health!" (I literally laughed out loud)
This little girl is so outgoing, a little mischievous, but very sweet; we are kindred spirits for sure! Her English is very good and she explains that they receive a currency in her class called "Snider B's" for getting good grades. With this money they can buy things. Lena had 2,000 Snider b's but had spent 200 on chocolate, 400 on poker cards, and 700 on something else, but she couldn't remember, and lost 400 in the washing machine when he mother washed her shorts. She was real torn up about that loss. She wished that she could go back in time and remember that it was laundry day so she get could that money out of her pocket. I understand completely!
Lena then goes into her love of chocolate pudding and how Snider has some that he is unwilling to sell to his students for any amount of Snider B's. Her situation led to some desperate measures on her part, as she explains the discovery of Snider's unlocked office. In his office the chocolate pudding is very visible on a very high up shelf, deemed unreachable by the 9 year old. Before leaving, she noticed 300 Snider B's on his desk that she admittedly took and then fled the scene of the crime before he came back. With the new potential to make a quick economic come back, Lena recruited more of her classmates and the later returned to Snider's office. This time they found 500 Snider B's on the desk, but they had been glued to the desk. She said she noticed a huge stack of Snider B's placed beside the unreachable puddings and realized the trick that had been played. She and her friends ran before he came back, and she made me promise not to tell Snider if I see him when I go back to America. I have a feeling that unless he reads this blog, my promise will be kept.
Snider's class is her favorite for 2 reasons: 1. It is fun and 2. they are only given 1 homework assignment, while her Chinese English teacher gives 3 each night. She describes Snider as a bald man that attempts to hide this baldness under a hat! She also says he has an ugly mustache and very blue eyes. If you know me, then you know the struggle it was to not laugh at this description. She is a very observant young lady, to say the least.
Lena has been to 4 countries, one of which was Singapore. She told me it was very beautiful and clean. It was for this reason she did not like it there, explaining she like places that were very dirty "with a lot of soil so she could play in it."
We talked for about an hour straight as everyone, including her parents stared in amazement by this very rare sight. She reluctantly says good bye as they go to catch their train. It was quite a shock to hear her playfully yell "hello" in my ear 5 minutes later. Haha! She takes her seat right next to me and explains that how their train had been delayed 31 minutes.
She gets a bit sad because she says she wants to be my friend, but that we had only met once. I explain that technically we had met twice because she left and came back meaning that we were indeed friends. She laughs but finds my explanation satisfactory; we're definitely buddies! She then asked for my phone number, which I gave her as well as writing my name, email address, and the city and state I live in back home so she can find it on her globe at school. I now have a Chinese BFF that is 9 years old and in the 3rd grade; this is typical for me. This random conversation is also Typical China.
She told me she liked my brown skin, as we measured our hands against one another and she enjoyed running her hands along my "soft" arms. Despite her not really understanding "why" I was this way, it didn't stop her from touching my "curly" locks. She was truly disappointed that my 26 year old hands were bigger than her 9 year old hands, but her curiosity turned to enjoyment. She also told me she liked how white my teeth were, and proceed to point and yell that her mothers were yellow. She then said her father looked like a dog and I, at that very moment, hated that I was an adult because as much as I wanted to laugh, I had to look disappointed because it was rude. I had to turn away so she wouldn't see the laugh I had inside, but mannnnnnnn!
She told me she had a brother who lived in Singapore, which was a shock to me. Thinking back to how astonished my workmates were when I told them about my 2 sisters. I'll have to ask someone later because I find some people in China have siblings while others do not. I know there are a lot of restrictions here, but some are more flexible then others.
After showing me some Chinese characters and speaking a few new words, we take some selfies on her mother's iPhone her parent's invite me to Foshan, which is very close to Guangzhou, and we say goodbye. I did bump into her again in the restroom before boarding the train. She yelled thats 3 times, meaning that we had met each other 3 times. I understand this meant we were not the very best of friends, lol!
This was just a nice experience in general because I actually had a nice conversation in English, but did not feel like I didn't belong. I really hope that Lena will contact me one day so I can go and visit her. She was a lot of fun, and I would love to see another city in China. I gave her some of snacks cakes, despite her mother motioning no to her. She at first says no because her mother says she's too fat, but I look directly at her mother as I hand it to her and put her on the spot. I say, "It's ok to have just one snack, right?" She couldn't say no at that point, but Lena is turned up an gets to arguing. *I exited stage left*
Saturday, July 5, 2014
My Journey to Wuhan
One of my Chinese classmates, Li, invited me to her home town of Wuhan before heading to Atlanta for an internship. Wuhan is located in Hubei province, just north and a little west of Guangdong province where Guangzhou is located. One of my workmates is from there, and told me it is very beautiful and older than both Shanghai and Beijing. I'm always up for an adventure, so I book spot on my first bullet train; the trip will 4 hours each way. Because I booked my tickets online, I paid some service fees, making my trip $150 total. I was willing to pay that on my first time because of the convenience. It was even better because I was very unfamiliar with the process and was unsure how many English speakers, or even English signage, would be available. The station is far south of Guangzhou city center, and the further from the center you go, the less English is used and spoken. Despite plans for the group -me and my 3 classmates- falling through, I looked forward to seeing and old friend, in a new city with a new adventure ahead of me!
I got up extra early to make sure that I could travel to the train station, wait in line to pick up my tickets and find my way to the train platform. My ride on the metro was much of the same- a lot of shameless staring- but there were more children on board so their parents had to pay more attention to them running and screaming than they could to me. One child was very entertaining as he Karate kicked his way down the train.
Ok so Now I'm going to digress a bit to tell you about my Little Friend Lena through the conversation we had at the departure terminal. She was like a kindred spirit and kept me entertain for and hour and a half! She was 9 years old and her English was very good and she very smart and slightly mischievous- basically me at age 9! I will gloss over the conversation now, and save the many funny things we went over for another post. To date (July 6th) this was one of my best memories in China (May 24).
My Little Friend Lena:
A little girls sat next to me at the train station. She was very cute with very short hair and cute white dress with polka dots- pink and green of course! She was very quite and unsure when she first sat down, but her mother spoke to me in English, asking me where I was from. Many Africans live in Guangzhou, so anyone who leaves the "village" areas on the outskirts will be less shocked at seeing a black person. I believe she is well traveled, but was very surprised to find that I was from America. It was very nice of her to speak, as most people simply stare and try to avoid touching me or being to close to me. I think her English was very limited, so our conversation did not last very long.
A few moments later, the little asked, "What is your name?"We the talked for the next hour and a half! We went from my name to, "Why is your skin darker"? and "Why is you hair not straight like mine"? It was nice! I appreciate her asking me about the things she did not understand, as apposed to treating me like a unicorn, so to speak. Needless to say, we were buddies! We eventually parted ways as we headed towards our train platforms.
China is the most peculiar place; one can go from extreme density/chaos to lush, green hills and mountains just 30 minutes outside of the city. I really enjoy the rural landscape with its winding rivers, unique agriculture patterns due the rice paddies, and villages dotting the countryside; China is the Yin Yang concept realized.
While having the top economy globally, living conditions and standards are somewhat low. It has larger natural resource capital, but very heavily industrialized. It's funny though. I find that, untouched, this country is amazing, but its manufacturing has made it an amazing place. I could not stop looking, filming, and taking pictures during most of the 4 hour ride. I can't wait to see what Wuhan has in store!
I got up extra early to make sure that I could travel to the train station, wait in line to pick up my tickets and find my way to the train platform. My ride on the metro was much of the same- a lot of shameless staring- but there were more children on board so their parents had to pay more attention to them running and screaming than they could to me. One child was very entertaining as he Karate kicked his way down the train.
Ok so Now I'm going to digress a bit to tell you about my Little Friend Lena through the conversation we had at the departure terminal. She was like a kindred spirit and kept me entertain for and hour and a half! She was 9 years old and her English was very good and she very smart and slightly mischievous- basically me at age 9! I will gloss over the conversation now, and save the many funny things we went over for another post. To date (July 6th) this was one of my best memories in China (May 24).
My Little Friend Lena:
A little girls sat next to me at the train station. She was very cute with very short hair and cute white dress with polka dots- pink and green of course! She was very quite and unsure when she first sat down, but her mother spoke to me in English, asking me where I was from. Many Africans live in Guangzhou, so anyone who leaves the "village" areas on the outskirts will be less shocked at seeing a black person. I believe she is well traveled, but was very surprised to find that I was from America. It was very nice of her to speak, as most people simply stare and try to avoid touching me or being to close to me. I think her English was very limited, so our conversation did not last very long.
A few moments later, the little asked, "What is your name?"We the talked for the next hour and a half! We went from my name to, "Why is your skin darker"? and "Why is you hair not straight like mine"? It was nice! I appreciate her asking me about the things she did not understand, as apposed to treating me like a unicorn, so to speak. Needless to say, we were buddies! We eventually parted ways as we headed towards our train platforms.
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| Seated, ready to take off! |
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| Leaving the station |
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| My travel schnacks: Wasabi Shrimp flavored Lays, Vanilla Coke, and swiss rolls |
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| Several images take from inside bullet train |
While having the top economy globally, living conditions and standards are somewhat low. It has larger natural resource capital, but very heavily industrialized. It's funny though. I find that, untouched, this country is amazing, but its manufacturing has made it an amazing place. I could not stop looking, filming, and taking pictures during most of the 4 hour ride. I can't wait to see what Wuhan has in store!
Sunday, June 29, 2014
My Office Friend
KK is my office friend. e talks to me the most and has been very helpful and friendly since I arrived. He was out of the office for a few days after the first week I worked, but invited me to dinner with Simon and Qing Qing (Ching Ching), our other workmates. I assumed we were going to stay in the village and get noodles, we actually took a cab. The restaurant was 30 yuan away. I have to use this metric as I have no real sense of direction here, but know that the same amount can get me to the central part of the city. That distance can be reached in hour on the metro.
We arrive around 7pm, so it is getting dark, to find what appears to be a roadside garden with an informal market. It is a very peaceful and mysterious setting, which very ironic because upon leaving I find that we are under an overpass.
We walk back through some low trees and Chinese lanterns to find outdoor seating under a tent. As they decided what to order (we order several dishes for the table and share, family style) they are amazed when I told them no meat. I'm a fake vegetarian here, (too picky about the kind and quality of meat), and we decide on sheep, chicken, veggies, and noodles. It was very good and you simply cannot tell the Chinese no when it comes to food, so I try a little of everything. I get very full, very quickly with these types of meals.
We talked about basic things because my workmates are a bit shy about speaking English, and my non existent Mandarin make for some interesting convos. I ask some basic questions and they teach me how to count to 10. It is a good dinner, but a better feeling to be accepted.
After dinner we walked across the street to an art market. Though it was closed by time we got there, we were able to walk around many of the shops. Most owners were enjoying tea and watching television or talking. There was one shop, however, that allowed us to come in and look at some paintings. There were a lot of paintings, all on canvas and appeared to be watercolors, though I am unsure of the medium. There was on black and white piece that is very large, but very expensive. My willingness to pay has decreased significantly since coming here and realizing the power of a dollar and some good bargaining. So far I have purchased tennis shoes for ~$40 and a dress for $4.14. The painting itself was $150, much more than I had on me, but I was willing to pay. It was a one of a kind. I will go back and buy it. If take home a souvenir, it will be that! It was all so beautiful and they were so hospitable. The artist, a woman, even invited us to stay and have tea!
We arrive around 7pm, so it is getting dark, to find what appears to be a roadside garden with an informal market. It is a very peaceful and mysterious setting, which very ironic because upon leaving I find that we are under an overpass.
We walk back through some low trees and Chinese lanterns to find outdoor seating under a tent. As they decided what to order (we order several dishes for the table and share, family style) they are amazed when I told them no meat. I'm a fake vegetarian here, (too picky about the kind and quality of meat), and we decide on sheep, chicken, veggies, and noodles. It was very good and you simply cannot tell the Chinese no when it comes to food, so I try a little of everything. I get very full, very quickly with these types of meals.
We talked about basic things because my workmates are a bit shy about speaking English, and my non existent Mandarin make for some interesting convos. I ask some basic questions and they teach me how to count to 10. It is a good dinner, but a better feeling to be accepted.
After dinner we walked across the street to an art market. Though it was closed by time we got there, we were able to walk around many of the shops. Most owners were enjoying tea and watching television or talking. There was one shop, however, that allowed us to come in and look at some paintings. There were a lot of paintings, all on canvas and appeared to be watercolors, though I am unsure of the medium. There was on black and white piece that is very large, but very expensive. My willingness to pay has decreased significantly since coming here and realizing the power of a dollar and some good bargaining. So far I have purchased tennis shoes for ~$40 and a dress for $4.14. The painting itself was $150, much more than I had on me, but I was willing to pay. It was a one of a kind. I will go back and buy it. If take home a souvenir, it will be that! It was all so beautiful and they were so hospitable. The artist, a woman, even invited us to stay and have tea!
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