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Emma Willard with Asian hairstyle |
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Good idea, slit toddler's pants and let em go in the street, carry a bag. Fewer diapers in the landfill! |
21— We arrived in Xi’an and while we waited at the train
stop, we watched people. Do you know we
see a lot of young toddlers with slits in their pants and no diapers? I suppose you would carry around a bag like
you do when you walk a dog in the park when they poo? When I think about the environment and loads
of diapers in the landfills, it seems like a really good idea! Melody from the hostel found us and took us
by bus as a pick up. We found a spot in
the alley to eat some noodles. It’s
handy that most places have pictures of food that we can point to. Even KFC has a card they hand to tourists.
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Model of an ancient Banpo Village |
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You can't argue with Banpo man |
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Can you mass-produce dragon/lions by hand |
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Silk worms and pods: washed, stretched |
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You can buy your own warrior or horse here. |
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Model of Qin Shi Huang in his luxurious coffin |
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Rug Maker |
May 22—We got red bean porridge (not my favorite) for
breakfast and we were off on a tour with one other (Indian) tourist. We grunted and sighed when our first stop was
a “silk factory.” There was no factory, only a demonstration of silk worms and
cocoons, and how they can stretch the cocoon into a large sheet to use as
batting for a comforter which, of course, you can purchase in the next room
along with clothing, scarves and hats made of silk. We hoped this tour was not a shopping trip in
disguise. Our next stop was an exhibit
of an ancient village excavated from the side of a hill. The Banpo people dug
their homes in the shape of a square or circle and planted poles in the ground
to support a roof of adobe-like material.
The fire in the middle solidified everything so that it was
rainproof. Then we went to a factory
where they made tiny likenesses of warriors and displayed some huge ones
too. This too was a shop, where the only
way out was by walking a zigzag pattern through all the various items for sale
including kites, furniture, silk items, rugs and more. UGH. Next, we went to a walk-through model of
the tomb and city of the first emperor of China: Qin Shi Huang. The idea of this was mind-boggling. This emperor had people building an underground
city (buildings adorned with precious gems) around his tomb site with a map of
all of China as the floor, with rivers flowing with liquid mercury and mountains
of silver and gold. His coffin of copper
and gold floated in the scene. All this
was made based on a prophecy of a great king, took 38 years to make and buried
all the artisans along with him in the tomb.
Of course he had 100’s of 1000’s of slaves also working on making him an
army for the afterlife that guarded the tomb.
People have uncovered a massive amount of these soldiers on one side of
the tomb, while experts anticipate each side to have the same treasure-trove of
army figures.
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terracotta horses and chariot driver |
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Jack as Warrior! |
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Warrior parts still embedded |
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A very small amount of the life-sized soldiers. There are 1000's! |
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Terracotta detail and size |
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Archer found whole |
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In situ |
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Get me outta here. I can't breathe |
So, after lunch we went to the Terracotta Warriors exhibit! Outside the entrance we were taken to a store,
where the man who first discovered the site while digging a well sat and signed
books or posed for photos for a price.
We all stared at each other awkwardly before going into the museum. The scope of the exhibit was
unbelievable. It was difficult to
imagine that these figures were actually life-sized. Each soldier was unique, and possibly based
on the people from all the provinces of China.
I imagined the artisans (slaves) looking at the likenesses of their own selves
as they made them. Fascinating too was
seeing the progress made from total reconstruction, to excavation to be
started. The pieces of the figures were
crushed in many cases; one would have to be a good jigsaw puzzler to do this
job. I enjoyed the life-sized horses
with drivers behind; the wooden chariots were burned in a fire, or
disintegrated.
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Xi'an Drum Tower sounds the beginning and end of the day |
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The Great Mosque Gardens |
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Chinese Muslims called to prayer |
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Beautiful lettering |
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Minaret disguised like a pagod |
After we got back
(reminded that the tip was not included), we went to the train station to buy
tickets to Shenzhen. We were one day too
early, so we found a bus that would take us to the drum tower and great
mosque. We wandered around looking for
the mosque, pointing for the word “mosque” in the phrasebook, and found it down
some thin corridors. We paid for a
ticket and got a fabulous map with bus routes on it. A distinctly Arabic-Chinese fusion decorated
walls, formed the minaret that looked like a pagoda and clothed the Muslim
people. The beautiful gardens lead up to
the prayer hall, and we heard the call to prayer as all the tourists groups
suddenly disappeared. We made our way
back to our hostel by bus, after enjoying a cheeseburger at McDonalds. I didn’t think it would happen; but it did!
May 23-24—One question we didn’t ask about the airport shuttle
is how often it runs. We were going to
catch it at 9:30, but it goes on the hour.
So we caught a cab to the downtown area to catch that bus, minutes
before it left.
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Omeida Language College where we taught |
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Students at the College |
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West Street is the tourist area of town |
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Guilin and Yanshuo Landscape |
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Dentists work in the front wind |
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Jennifer teaches Les the 4 inflections of Chinese Languag |
Check in was super easy;
and we were met in Guilin by a taxi sent by the Omeida Language College, where
we were to spend the next week teaching English. We wanted to buy a train ticket to Shenzhen,
but our host said it would be better to do it on line, so we sailed through the
magical landscapes of vertical hills to Yangshuo. The driver dropped us at the school where
Lindy had volunteered years ago. Odar
greeted us then returned to his class.
We stowed our stuff in a nice, clean, roomy en suite dorm, with squat
toilet and spray nozzle on a hose shower, a wonderful fragrance of sandalwood
and two full-sized beds. Upon returning,
we already had assignments to talk 1:1 with VIP students who had paid extra to
talk with native English speakers. My
first students were Sean and Summer. We
talked lots about travel, body image for young Chinese women, mold making and
the clothing retail industry. The next
day, Rick and Lynn also talked about clothing retail, Chinese geography, how to
end a word without another “ah” sound after it, and fabrics for the clothing industry.
The third day CC and Fiona discussed how to
make the “L” sound, the difference between the sounds f and v (“
Lau
gh
a
ll you want. I’ll ne
ve
r
lo
ve you!”), life on the farm, how delicious are dogs, and lakes
and islands in a province near Shanghai.
I am certainly getting a real education on things Chinese. We are expected to write up a response and
evaluation for each encounter. I don’t
know the standard, and we are to grade them with an A, B or C. In general, grammar and fluency are very
good; pronunciation and vocabulary are the areas where the most work is
needed.
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...on the street where we lived... |
It’s stimulating and fun to work
with students who are eager to improve.
Les charms and entertains them with his grand physical responses and
examples. We learn how to say “waiter”
with big gestures going up, down and around as we say fu-wo-yan. Lynn invited us to eat rice noodles with her
and her friend Jennifer. They are both
enthusiastic students who talked with us about being cheated in China. Sometimes it’s just restaurants asking for
more than they should, but another example is that they fear helping a stranger
because it could be someone who will accuse them of hurting him instead, and
then demand hospital money. Because of
this, they will let old people lie in the street before helping them up. I saw a boy carrying the back of a bike that
was locked. I asked a local girl, “Is
that boy stealing that bicycle?” Les
followed him, and I went looking for a policeman, but the girl didn’t want
anything to do with it. We went to
“social hour,” a gathering of English students and fluent English
speakers. We played an interactive game
around the table, then just chatted.
None of the girls had a glass of beer.
I wonder why. Also, I never see
girls smoking, but SO many males smoke.
Lindy said that even the government encourages smoking. One thing though, the air is much less
polluted here; Les coughs much less and no longer wears his dust mask.
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Boats dancing in between huge strips of red fabric
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The huge, natural scene of the performance |
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performers carrying torches |
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Women with nude unitards and sheets danc |
May 25—One of the highlights of the day after our 1:1
sessions was seeing the spectacular show by film director Zhang Yimou, who also
directed the Olympics opening ceremonies.
Wow. The scene included 12
“karst” peaks lighted in various colors and a section of the Li River on which
glided all kinds of floating things. 600
men, women, children and fishermen perform two shows each evening for an
audience of over 1000 people in the open air seats. The performance started with a woman
gesturing gracefully with a song in a small traditional covered boat, then
bamboo rafts skimming across the scene between thin strips of bright red
fabric. Soon people with torches and
songs came from EVERYwhere; even a buffalo and calf came out on a long dock as
fisherman carried sticks on their shoulders with live cormorants flapping on
them. Children on the hill to the right
rode their bikes into the distance, as we saw a typical rural town scene
emerge. After a section with a large
crescent moon and a dancer making it rock, and then girls (sporting hair
extension ponytails that fell to their ankles) bathing and running among the
white laundry, it grew dark and from the distance came women in LED lit
traditional costumes seemingly walking on the water, holding hands in a long
line. This line didn’t end until the entire area was full.
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The one-dollar dinner place we frequented |
It was like the famous scene of Le Bayadere Of course the perfect timing led them into
light play where they turned on and off their costumes cleverly. Before the scene was done, people started
getting up and leaving. They were still
making magic and out went the audience, in came the clean up crew. How strange?!
When I asked the Chinese students they all said that that was
normal. OK, new country, new ideas.
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Delicious home-made dumpling |
May 26-27—Weekend: blogging catch up. Today’s highlight was
going to Winne’s place for homemade dumplings.
(Lynn and Jennifer invited us. CC,
Cecily [a teacher] and Seba joined in.)
I watched Winne heat oil and toss in dried chilies until they were
almost black, then pour just the oil over some vegetables, saving some of it to
go with the garlic and vinegar for dipping the beautiful and plentiful
dumplings. After we ate, I grabbed the
guitar and taught them to sing “Bamboo.”
We got up and danced some cha-cha and swing, and sang some more.
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Les and birds... |
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New hat |
Sunday we went for a stroll to the touristy and popular
“West Street.” There was a pair of silk
pants for 250 Yuen that I was surprised easily came down to 40. Les made friends with a couple of parakeets
while we sipped expensive coffee. I
finally found a huge visor that you can see through! I can wear it riding on a bike. Also I found the water bottle I’ve been
looking for to replace the one I lost. I
bought some langdon fruit, but gave it back because 4 little fruits cost the
same as two dinners we’ve been having.
It’s funny going to the store. We see all these things that are vacuum
packed; are they grapes or green olives?
Octopus or intestines? Chicken
feet—how do you eat them? Oh, these
looked like apricots on the cover, but no….
Snickers bars—yes, we know that, but is this beverage milk or yogurt,
and why isn’t it refrigerated?
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Recycling System in China |
Also, what do we do with our garbage? Apparently we dump the bag into a barrel out
front and folks go through and sort it for recycling. It’s both gross and incredibly important, I
think. I can let the important outweigh
the other for the sake of the environment.
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Cherry was the coordinator of teaching volunteers |
I’m reading a thin book I picked up in India about the Dali
Lama’s speeches about the environment. I
stupidly thought that I could bring it to the English College when I was done
so they could practice. Duh! It’s probably contraband here in this country. Freeing Tibet is not something to play with
here. The Dali Lama is very VERY
critical of China for “invading and desecrating” his country.
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Biking in paradise |
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Rafting on bamboo rafts down the Li River |
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What IS this? |
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Everyone wants Les's hat |
May 28—We rented bikes (<$2 a day) and rode around
getting lost and found again. We had a
great cup of coffee and a so-so ham and cheese sandwich at the Orange Tree
café, then sailed along a nice bike trail past vendors and along the beautiful
Li river. We stopped to listen to
bullfrogs (on one hot pot menu along with braised cat) and watched fish bob for
some floating white fruit too big for their mouths.
We went back to work and I met Happy, who is a make-up
artist hoping to join his brother-in-law’s business in cable; and William, a
personal trainer who is looking for a foreign woman to marry—maybe in New
Zealand. These sessions were videotaped
to help them see the progress they are making.
The best part of my conversations included how having freedom isn’t
really something that is that important.
Responsibility to family is essential for a happy life and a feeling of
security. You take care of your parents;
your children take care of you, and so on.
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Duck, yum |
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Rodent.... eh, culture shock for me |
After watching a movie (Bruce
Almighty) with some of the teachers and students, we stopped in a restaurant
and were seated by all the animals that I assume will be someone’s dinner. We used the phrase book to order some sweet
and sour pork and sesame noodles, but they didn’t taste so great.
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"Braised Cat" ? |
Was it because I was watching the little mole
rat fight for his life each time someone walked too close to him? Turtles in a dry box? Pigeons silently looking out of their
cages? Snakes, one bubble-loving eel and
a variety of fish in dirty tanks of water?
I got a little culture shocky and went home feeling strange. As it turns out, that feeling may have been
the start to my bladder infection. Thank
you doctors for giving me Cipro!
May 30—Other than teaching,
highlights included a long bike ride in the countryside, sailing past fields,
animals, ponds, new buildings and people to say “Ni How” to, or to say “Bu Yow”
to their invitations to buy flowered headbands.
We found a little used smooth cement bike trail, and my one-speed tooled
around quite easily. We ended up near a
great temple, an ancient banyan tree, and passed the butterfly spring on our
way back to town. After teaching our
host Odar invited us to a very nice dinner.
We had so many delicacies. He is
one of 4 brothers who have started schools in the area—each with a different
focus. One brother has volunteers come
into the local schools to teach, another has a school where they trained
teachers to teach English. I had been
looking for a simple silk blouse to buy, and they took me to a place that had a
perfect one without a lot of bling and color.
The nightlife in the West Street area of Yangshuo was bustling with loud
bars, lit up cafes and crowded dancing places.
Yawza!