Thursday, 5 June 2014

Considering Competition, Companions, Cuisine, and Comparing Canada {Julie}

Things are heating up here in Shaoxing.  We've officially said goodbye to the delightfully temperate and aromatic spring air and kicked the a/c into perma auto cool. I've been going for runs at 6am (almost) every morning now, partially because I'm now a year away from my quarter-life crisis and fear for my metabolism under a barrage of greasy but delicious Chinese cuisine, but also because early morning is the most tolerable time to exercise outdoors, temperature wise.  If you hate people watching you while you work out though, it's not a great time - in the early morning is when most retired men and women gather at all the nice parks to do their exercises. Slapping stretches, tai chi, and walking backwards are by far the most popular forms of exercise here; they literally stop and stare in wonderment when I pull out my yoga stretches and park bench calisthenic workouts. It's very common to spot people stop dead in their tracks and stare when they see us, no matter where are, so I got used to it pretty quickly and learned to just ignore them and carry on. For some it's not so easy though. One of our foreigner acquaintances I mentioned in my last post, who has been here for two years now, told me she is still annoyed with the staring and will stop, say "Hello!" loudly, and stare right back at a person to show them what it feels like to be so rudely ogled.  I was witness to this behaviour once in a grocery store and have to say I don't think it made much difference at all to the local. Their expression portrayed slightly more confusion than normal, but they didn't seem to pick up (or care for) the message that she found them rude and didn't like being stared at.
This man stood watching me work out for at least fifteen solid minutes.
A woman adjusts her posture before beginning to repeatedly slap her leg muscles while others take in a sword dancing lesson.


Since my last post, we've eaten a lot of Chinese food, learned some more mandarin (colours, ordering in a restaurant, directing a taxi, classroom instructions, apologies, and some body parts, food and small talk like where are you from/ what are you doing here) gotten bank accounts (woo! We're legit residents!) and found another group of foreign friends to socialize with. They're a crew of Italians, Mexicans, and Georgian students studying Mandarin at another university here, and have more similar interests with us than the first group we were introduced to. Unfortunately, several of them are nearing the end of their studies here and will be returning to their home countries soon, but we've really been enjoying spending time with them and hearing their perspectives on life in Shaoxing.

We also survived judging yet another (and hopefully our last) English competition. This one was the famed CCTV English talent competition (which we were told earlier would be televised, but turned out it isn't until it gets up to the national finals). Cameron, myself, and Darlene (the other foreign teacher at our school) were the "celebrity judges" for the regional finals, which was hosted by our school. Held in an auditorium at the local library, we spent two long, hot, and interesting days watching hundreds of kids age 5-20 strut their stuff on stage and attempt to wow us with their English. The nice part about judging this competition was that, unlike the Spelling Bee, there was no instant elimination following our scoring them. The contestants did their bit, then we said thank you and they exited the stage while we finished writing down their scores for fluency, talent, pronunciation, and q&a skills, then after ever five or six contestants, the MC would read out a few scores. It was a very interesting  experience for us as, in addition to simply evaluating contestants speaking skills, we got to witness a wide range of talents and skills demonstrated as a part of each contestant's bid. We saw everything from Chinese sword dancing to Lady Gaga and Michael Jackson impersonations to a memorized recitation of a portion of a Barack Obama inauguration speech. An incredible amount of effort was put into these performances not just by the contestants but by their parents as well. Especially while watching the elementary students, I was amazed to see how much money and hours of training that must have gone in to preparing these kids for the stage. We were plied (publicly bribed?) with candies and hard boiled eggs by makeup-covered little girls and boys, and saw dozens of really beautiful, elaborate costumes, and expensive props used in wonderfully executed routines that would have made for great reality TV. However, because it was an English talent competition, there was a component of the program that required each contestant to engage with either a picture and/or questions from the judging panel, and many children who displayed themselves as spunky, attractive, confident stage stars up to this point, clamped up as soon as they were asked to say something on the spot about the picture or themselves. Not that I blame them, at all. If I was a Chinese kid forced into memorizing a song & dance or magic routine and then a string of random sentences which I had no idea what they really meant, all to make my mommy and daddy proud, I would be terrified to open my mouth and disappoint my parents. The competition demanded a lot of these kids, and I'm sure many of them were at least a little happy they didn't advance so that they didn't have to keep carrying the exhausting pressure to be the best.
Darlene, Cameron and I at the CCTV English Talent Competition

Though not as cute as the little ones, the older elementary kids were engaging to judge because they had better comprehension and could give more complete answers (even if they weren't always appropriate for the question), so we enjoyed a lot fewer awkward silences where we waited to see if they were going to say anything at all.  The middle/high school and university levels were also interesting, but for unexpected reasons.  Cameron and I were shocked to see how many boys as well as girls chose to sing an English song (frequently acapella) for the talent portion of their presentation. Now, we come from a culture where people are often very reluctant to sing publicly, even if they have a decent voice, unless they're drunk and standing in front of a karaoke screen. Add adolescent self-consciousness to that, and it's nearly impossible to get a kid to speak publicly, let alone sing.  Even more surprising to us was that, to be frank, many of these kids couldn't actually sing. The fact that they were acapella and clearly not speaking in their native tongue made it sometimes painfully obvious that these kids also didn't even know all the words to the song. It was confusing, funny, cringe-worthy and inspiring all at the same time.

Finally, the most perplexing attribute portrayed in this competition was the ability of some contestants to seemingly cry on command. These students, in a supposed attempt to stand out from the masses, recited emotional poems and tragic stories about their struggles to overcome heartbreak or hardship and then, as if on cue, became tearful, emotional wrecks, on stage, yet successfully managed to complete their bid and exit the stage looking perfectly content and composed. It was quite a confusing display since we could never be sure if what they had said was really sincere or merely a performance piece. Or, could it be both? If that was the case, it struck us as some pretty shady emotional manipulation, and how does one score that on a "talent scale" of 1-20? At the end of the day though, each of the contestants deserve all the credit in the world just for putting themselves out their and having a go at it. Good for them for having the drive and fortitude to deal with the intense pressures of balancing school and an English competition on top of it all. It was tiring for us having to sit through twelve hours a day of presentations, but it wasn't nearly as tough as the experience of going up on that stage just to let a bunch of strangers critique your ability to use a language you've probably never used in a setting outside school.

The best part for us came at the end of our second 12-hour day of judging, after we'd finished taking pictures with all the champions and were about to catch a taxi in the pouring rain, when a Porsche, driven by the mother of one of our school's contestants, pulled up in front of us and invited us out to dinner.  Tired and hungry, we politely accepted and were whisked off to a lovely restaurant, aptly named Travellers, where we enjoyed the company of 12 year old Grace, who had just own third place in the middle school division with a cheery performance as a magician, and her mother. The dinner was marvellous - after finding out that we liked Chinese food the mother told us to order whatever we wanted,  then proceeded to order more, including a bottle of Chinese wine just for the two of us (she was driving and wouldn't have any). When the final plate of food arrived, the waiter couldn't find anymore room on the already large table so we had to combine the food on two other plates just to make room. It was only the four of us, but looking at the amount of food on the table you would have though it was a party of eight. The food and company were great, so it made for a great end to a long weekend.

Another event of note happened last week, when we very merrily kicked off an early celebration of my 24th birthday with our new pals at a party Tuesday night (the "Saturday" of our weekend). Cameron also made it a delightful early birthday for me by encouraging me to go get myself a pedicure and massage (China's world renown for its cheap massages by the way - CND$10 for 1 hour including a foot bath) while he gathered the ingredients to make me a lovely lunch. Later, we had a yummy pizza dinner at my favourite cafe before going to the party. Finally, on Friday (my real birthday), after a couple of hours at the office in the morning, we went out for a great lunch on one of the few nice restaurant patios in Shaoxing. What did we have? Kung Pao Bullfrog, roasted spicy taro with red peppers, and deep fried pumpkin plus one dish I has no idea what it was called or what was in it but it was ALL good! Sounds crazy, but Cameron and I both love bull frog now, ever since we ordered it blindly at restaurant in our first month here; it's like a pleasant mix between fish and chicken. Cameron even has culinary aspirations to prepare it himself.. Although I can't say I really share his enthusiasm for that particular adventure.

After lunch we strolled along one of the rivers until we arrived at the central "pleasure boat pier" and got a ride on a black-awning river boat. Propelled by the boatman's feet pushing on one big oar and his hands steering with another small one, these boats are quintessentially Shaoxing and so naturally we had to have a go at it. And I'm very glad we did - what a unique way to see the city and spend a birthday :)
Birthday black-awning boat ride. Quintessentially Shaoxing.


Now, we've only got two weeks of work left to complete until our summer holiday. This upcoming Saturday and Sunday we'll be giving our first round of end of term oral exams to our various classes, then we'll have a week to get ready for the new bunch of classes we'll be teaching when we get back from our holidays. We'll have two weeks off, and our plan is to spend about half of it in and around Hong Kong while visiting a cousin of Cameron's, originally from the UK, who lives there with his wife and young son. We're thinking we'll make the trip down there by train, so that we can see the countryside, and then on the way back fly into Shanghai and split the remainder of our holiday between there and either Nanjing or Ningpo.

That's life in China for right now.  If you're looking for more, I've written up a brief summary of my experience so far in China, as a first time overseas Canadian traveller. Since I know in Canada (particularly in my family) we like our lists, so it's a bulleted inventory of the good, the bad and the ugly facets of life in the world's fastest-growing economy.
Take note that many might disagree with my opinions, but this is simply a newcomer's exercise in comparing and contrasting her homeland against her new home for the year.
Here we go. I'll save the best for last ;)

What's Worse:
- Internet censorship >:(

- Squatty Potty bathrooms without toilet paper, soap or sometimes even (locking) doors on the stalls. 'Nuff said.

- No indoor heating in workplaces. Yet it DOES snow here. Not like once or twice a winter, but once every couple weeks. Of course it doesn't stay for more than two or three days, but it gives you an idea of how cold it gets here, inside and out (Like -5C). Luckily for me, back in February,Cameron picked out the prefect Valentines day gift and presented me with my very own ultra-cute purple kitty hand-warmer! We noticed early on that the only way people survive the cold in their workplace is by keeping their hands tucked inside the soft fold of an electrically rechargeable hot water bottle sewn into a soft, stuffed hand muff. And in typical Asian fashion, they come in all shapes, sizes, caricatures and colours ^_^


- In the summer time, climate control is a bit better what with the blessed presence of fans and a/c units in most public places but we've already noticed how different our conception of "hot" is from your typical Shaoxinger. The temperate has climbed to 30C and beyond on numerous occasions lately, yet no one has moved to flick the switch just yet (Well, besides me, when I was melting last Saturday in front of a class that I hadn't even started teaching yet.) It's telltale of the smothering, wet heat we have to look forward to this July and August.

- Beer & wine are completely different species of drink here compared to the West. At restaurants, the beer offered is watery at 2.5% alc. on average. Wine is either the nationally famed Shaoxing rice wine or else a strange Chinese version of grape wine which tastes like boxed wine, sweetened with about 1 cup of sugar. We have managed to find some import brands of beer and wine at select grocery stores, but they only sell by the bottle and often come with a significant price difference, sometimes more than what we would even pay for a bottle in Canada.  *gasp*

- Another worrisome difference in relation to beverages and the weather is the highly unrighteous discrimination against cold beverages in restaurants.  As a Canadian, I love a cold drink anytime of the year, but Especially when the mercury starts to climb anywhere above 25. When the temperature gets past 30C, it becomes a need rather than a want. In China, however, it's considered unhealthy to have a cold drink with a hot meal. From what my sources tell me, there are a number of theories here as to why warmer is better, like cold water is a bad pair for warm food going down to the stomach, and hot water aids in digestion. I did some quick research on the topic though, and it turns out pretty much everything is the same temperature by the time it gets to your stomach and how it starts out doesn't have any effect on health unless we're talking about non-potable water - which happens to be the case for H2O coming out of most taps in China, but not in the case of bottle soft drinks, beer or water. I should say that a few people will drink a cold beverage here and there, so some select establishments will make room in their fridges for a few cold soft drinks and beers. But, there will only be room for Chinese beer, of course.

- They call this country Smokers Paradise because cigarettes are not only dirt cheap, but can be smoked in pretty much all public places, even elevators. *pinches nose* :(

The Ugly:
- There seems to be a general callousness towards the environment here, not just in Shaoxing, but throughout China it seems. As an environmental studies graduate, some might call me a critic, but if you read anything about or seen pictures of China in the news in the last year, you've likely heard something about the "rising public concern" over various environmental calamities the country is scrambling to get control of. I certainly don't know the full picture of China's relationship with the environment, but what I do know is that for the first time in my life, I notice the quality of the air I'm breathing when I walk or run outside. I can tell if it's a good or bad day air-wise to go for a run just by looking out our sixth floor living room window. On a clear day, we have a perfect view of the tallest building in Shaoxing called Shimao Tower. On a bad day though, looking out that same window, you might not be able to tell it exists there at all.  Air pollution is a major concern here, prompting people to frequently wear face masks when they go out, especially if they are traveling at a speed faster than a walk.

Like Alberta, Zhejiang (the coastal province where we live) is known for its prosperous local economy. Private enterprise took off in the 80s when China began its market economic reforms, but along with industrialization has come more smog. The source of most of the smog is primarily vehicle exhaust and industrial fumes from the numerous textile plants operating in the region. We have yet to hear of any severe air quality warnings, but it's not unheard of in China for urban kids to be kept inside during recess because of elevated smog levels. It's also prompting many wealthy families to seriously consider moving abroad just so they don't have to worry about their children getting asthma or other respiratory illnesses. It means good business for our school, but the principal himself already has plans underway to move his wife and son to the US for the very reason I just mentioned. From what I've read, the Chinese government has a goal of reducing air pollutant emissions by at least 30% by 2017 but I wonder if this will be enough to encourage people to stay. Air pollution isn't the only environmental problem plaguing the country; there's serious concern over soil and water contamination in many areas as well. In fact, in the bit of research I've done looking into the best beaches China has to offer, I've already been turned off of beaches in China. Several foreign bloggers have commented on the generally poor conditions of China's beaches compared to other parts of the east thanks to unchecked littering (which I've seen a LOT of here, although the city hires people to sweep it up) and so much  chemical runoff from nearby agriculture finding it's way into the sea that it changes the hue from ocean blue to a swampy brown. There's more to criticize, but I'll curb it here.

- The fourth day of this month marked the 25th anniversary of a very dark day in China's recent history: The Tiannanmen Square Massacre, which saw hundreds of peacefully protesting university students brutally beaten and gunned down by their own government for pushing for democratic reform. Almost worse than the tragedy itself is the fact that, although it occurred within the lifetime of many Chinese we see walking the streets today, the vast majority of Chinese people our age have no idea what happened that fateful summer day in '89.  Today, the same party governs the nation, even some of the same officials that sanctioned that atrocious act are still in power, and they have forbidden any commemoration or teaching of the major historical event, often jailing those who form groups to quietly or publicly attempt to share their memories and thoughts on the event, especially leading up to the anniversary each year. It's so taboo that, even within families, it's common for grandparents and parents to not tell their children about what happened on June 4th and in the years of the Cultural Revolution leading up to it. Why is this? How can a government so successfully erase such recent history from the collective consciousness of its people? I read a really interesting book recently by former Chinese correspondent for the Washington post Philip Pan, who wrote that for many Chinese who managed to survive the chaos and cruelty of the Cultural Revolution, it's easier to forget and just move on than to face what happened and admit how they may not have just silently consented to the government's violent assault on dissenters; they may have been one of the millions who volunteered to do the government's dirty work and sell out their own family members who voiced concern about the party's policies and actions. Combined with a half century of the government's propaganda efforts and it's refusal to apologize for any wrongdoing, this "shut up and move on" thinking has been incredibly pervasive throughout China and succeeded in dulling the public's curiosity about anything to do with the nation's recent history. I was appalled to find out recently that a group of mothers of Tiannanmen victims have been indefinitely detained in the weeks leading up to the 25th anniversary of the event, just to make sure that they don't draw any attention which could reflect badly on the party's image.  It's baffling to think of how many millions of people have been abused and unjustly detained by the this government in recent years, yet the party's reputation continues to enhance as national and international focus remains on it's booming economy. If I were Chinese, I might even find myself on the inside of a prison cell just for writing this.

What's Better?
- Public transportation. Namely, public bicycles. There's no train system in Shaoxing besides the coastal, above ground, high speed rail lines, but the local bus system and public bicycles, in addition to our convenient location at the centre of the city has made getting around town a breeze. We still have our challenges figuring out bus schedules and communicating with cab drivers, so we're super thankful that our school gave us our own public bike cards to use as often as we please. We've taken numerous exploratory trips round the city in between our scheduled classes as well as on our weekends and we Love it! (And because I know there are some concerned mothers out there, yes it is safe, there are separated lanes on the road for 2-wheeled vehicles, and we even get our own traffic light.)

- Chain stores, restaurants and cafés don't dominate the market here nearly as much as they  seem to do in Canada. I especially enjoy finding small, hole in the wall, adorably decorated cafés to sip tea in while working on a blog post or journal entry while Cameron draws or writes his blogays (blog essays).  It astonishes me every time I walk by the downtown Starbucks and see a line out the door of people waiting to get their over-priced latte and sit in the loud, crowded, garbage-strewn shop with their posse when there are so many really lovely, independent, quiet and cozy places to discover here, on almost every block. I get excited every time I see a new one, and was positively giddy when I found one that carried an old Sugarbowl favourite fruit beer - the lindemans floris kriek (cherry beer) on a 33C day.
Sitting in one of my favourite new cafes while cooling down with my favourite summer beer.

- Drinking in public ain't no thang! Same goes with consuming at an establishment sans ID. Also, you can BYOB into pretty much any restaurant and they'll even go through the trouble of rushing over to open it for you - free of charge.

- Tipping is a no-no. Really, they won't even keep the change unless you insist at least 6 or 7 times "Wo Boo Yao!" (I don't want!)  and then run away. As a former waitress, this shocked me at first and I was hesitant to accept that they really want to refuse a tip, but now I just follow along and enjoy having the extra cash in my wallet. "When in Rome," right?

- Food is cheap, fresh and readily a viable within a five minutes walk :) It's hard to find any kind of canned or packaged dinner foods at the supermarkets as many Chinese are justifiably opposed to the idea for health reasons. Some families won't even have a microwave because they say it will poison the food. Every few blocks around the city centre, you can usually find a big farmers market hidden somewhere amongst the buildings where you can buy fresh locally-grown fruit, vegetables, spices, eggs, and meat daily at a fraction of the cost that it would be in the grocery store - well, if you can bargain properly, that is (I'm terrible at it.) I've discovered some pretty cool Asian produce here that I never even knew existed before I laid eyes on it and then googled. We've also tried a lot of interesting and fresh local dishes served up at the numerous family owned and operated restaurants that line the street adjacent to our apartment block, and have enjoyed pretty much all - even the times when we had no idea what we were ordering because the restaurant's menu didn't come with pictures (as many thankfully do). One time, by covering our eyes and pointing at the menu, then at the kitchen, we managed to tell the chefs (who were ogling at us from the kitchen service window) to surprise us. And they did... The stir fry was served to us in a skillet that was heated on an element at our table and the meat to me tasted like chicken thighs, but to Cameron, like fish. We both agreed it was delicious but couldn't say for sure what it was, so after we finished our meal Cameron took his phone over to the kitchen window showing them a picture of a fish with a quizzical look on his face, pointing to our empty dish. They all shook their heads. He showed them a picture of a chicken, they again shook their heads. Then one of the cooks went around the corner and came back dragging a netted bag filled with dark, brown, live bullfrogs.

Thursday, 10 April 2014

Still Here {Cameron}

It’s a bright sunny day in the city of Shaoxing. I’m beginning to write this on a Saturday afternoon, sitting in the theatre square. People are out, kites are flying and the greenery is lush. Summer has swept in like a swift wind, leaving winter chills a memory within the span of a week. Life for Julie and I is good these days; I think we’re both feeling more in tune with a daily rhythm and my surroundings as a whole. The people are more familiar, as is the food. Landmarks, streets and districts have become distinguishable, along with my basic mandarin pronunciation. Progress in my students is apparent, along with my teaching competency.  The initial culture shock has faded and the pace of world around me seems more measured. I’ve been here almost two months now. A fact that seems striking to me. I’m speeding through time; considering how much as I’ve experienced over the last two months, my time here feels like hardly any time at all.  Well spent, I would say, but it’s easy to see how effortlessly my year here could dwindle away.

The Theatre Square, the minor theatre on the left and the main theatre straight ahead.

These days I’ve scattered my time over fair variety of things: drawing, studying, exercising, exploring, writing, reading, cooking and, of course, teaching. It’s wonderful how often I find myself experiencing something I haven’t before. Teaching is generally a delight – although inexperienced, I feel like I’ve come by it naturally. The balance of it seems simple really, energy for energy, if you project enthusiasm, the students will play with it and give it right back – usually. Although sometimes there is only so much you can do when your students are crawling through their 12th, 13th, 14th hour (or more) of study for the day. Nevertheless, the kids are vibrant, fun and endearing. My weekly schedule consists of kids ranging from 7 to 18 years old, which I think is fantastic. I love the variation this range offers in terms of personalities, perspectives and style. Each grade offers its own unique experience and emphasizes the many stages of growth that are compact into such a relatively short period of time. This spectrum that I engage with daily is a linear reminder of my own progressive growth: fluid and perpetual.
!!!ENERGY!!!

Walk into my class to find two of my admirers proclaiming a message for all to see

The classroom is a circus of personalities. Most of the kids above 12 at our school are mildly sufficient at stringing together a slow train of dialogue, which can be brilliantly engaging nonetheless. Those who can’t, however, are just as thrilling. Unable to understand the language being spoken by nearly everyone around me, my observation of tone and expression has become much more acute. Instead of being swept up within the complexities of the words being spoken, I focus on how something is being said. The structure, the emphasis, tone, etc. - a vocal expression wholesale often delivers far more than the words projected. Witnessing the interaction of many people – but namely my students - through such a raw filter emphasizes the quality of the expressions, actions, and offers silhouettes of the personalities themselves.

It’s really quite sensational to think that with only a few months of preparation and a couple hundred dollars for a course, I’m instructing close to 100 students per week, nestled away on the other side of the world, enjoying my time and occupation, as well as saving money in the process, as little as it may be. The “foreigner” experience so far has been mostly pleasant. People are kind, accommodating and sometimes even humorous. By merit of being young, clever, attractive and most importantly western, we were warmly accommodated by our school and the community around us. As for our sole foreign colleague - intensely anxious and much older – who has come back to Shaoxing for her second year with this school, I’m not sure she could say the same.  When we touched down we already had an apartment furnished and ready for us, which was none other than the former home of this woman, who was downsized and relocated further away from the school, then relocated even further after the place was found to be derelict. We were picked up in Shanghai and escorted to Shaoxing, whereas our older colleague received no such treatment, even after having her gall bladder removed less than a week earlier. Overall, we’ve been treated wonderfully, but sadly, upon returning, this poor woman who has committed to a second year has been handled as second-rate and old news. Julie and I have taken up the more public fronts such as spelling bee judging and conversation seminars with the teachers – positions she used to be involved in, but no longer.  It’s great that we are valued so openly, but at the expense of another takes a bit of the polish off of it, exposing how superficial favor can be here.

As we go about our daily lives there is a constant pronouncement in the air of Julie and I being different. It’s not necessarily good or bad, but markedly present. As we walk down the street all eyes are on us, either darting or staring. Random “hello”’s will be blurted out from anonymous passerby’s, often followed by a chorus of giggling. We are the focus of many candid cameras; pictures are often taken of us, both by random people on the street and colleagues (more so of the latter during the early weeks). We’re hailed at local markets, and never acknowledged by police (zero eye contact when blatantly j-walking), stared at by pedestrians and bashfully juggled between restaurant servers. Everyone is either openly kind to us or inquisitively and/or bashfully silent. I wonder if such contrasting engagements are a common experience for foreigners to Canada. I’d gander it likely, just usually without most of the gracious pleasantries.

#ThatCelebrityLife
Although friendly and courteous, there is an anxious reservation about many people here. It seems that in a place where so many people are occupied with keeping some whimsical conception of “face”, presenting oneself naturally is a breath of fresh air – for anyone, but especially for the students who are perhaps constantly subject to a strict formal authority. Casual relaxed dialogue is sparse in the daily lives of Julie and I - beyond that between each other of course. We’ve had a few co-workers over for dinner and again, although friendly, there is often a pregnant hesitation to be felt – as if they know more words than they wish to attempt, or they have more experience or perspective then they wish to admit or share. Conversation is almost always an uphill effort. Partly because of language barrier, but also personal reservations and cultural gaps. Many standards of presentation and superficial ethics are imposed upon the people here we have come to know.  Thus I feel as if, aside from a few exceptions, our engagements are met with a veneer of presentation before personality. This is less true of the market vendors or the taxi drivers, but more of co-workers, acquaintances, students and so on - anyone who has any investment in making an impression. Of course this can said of anyone within any culture, but I can’t help but feel that here, this premise is more obvious and apparent at almost every social turn. In a culture of rules, conformity and mandated discretion - convention is a formula rarely digressed.

Our positions here are indeed ones of privilege, considering how much of a grind life appears to be for so many here. The local family run vendors and restaurants easily work close to 100 hours a week. Open at 8, close a midnight or later, and always staffed by the same people. Same with physical labor, the dawn of spring saw a wave of renovations, in which I’d pass the laborers already fully engaged within their tasks at 8am, and again at dusk, perhaps 9 or 10pm. One could walk into a local salon for a shave at 7:30am, and at midnight have their hair cut by the same person.

Students, as young as 8 years old, will do upwards of 10 hours a day of school. For Junior High, 10 hours is standard, and with homework, that time easily becomes 13. The government mandates bi-weekly exams for high school students, and from what I’ve seen with the culture here, grades are a fiat currency as palpable as the printed Yuan itself. Thus, the pressure is never off. My oldest students are 16 and 18, both of whom I teach privately, and their daily schoolwork (classes+homework) ranges from 14-16 hour days. Hobbies are a rare novelty for both youth and adults alike it seems, as are out-of-school/work friendships and recreation in general. There are no public soccer fields and no playgrounds; no baseball diamonds and no skateparks. The historical hills and parks are beautiful indeed, but scarcely occupied only by the privileged few with the time, namely, the elderly. Occasionally I’ll spot a basketball net set up on private property available to the public (such as a KFC courtyard), but often it is derelict in some way, on uneven ground or bordering a busy road. In a urban area holding a populous of over four million, it’s beyond odd that I’ve yet to see one subscription gym: martial arts, general workout or otherwise.



Public recreation brought to you by the 1980's
From a young age, the fresh generations are herded through a viscous system of study and structuralized sociality. Sparingly having time for play, friendships beyond study, open-ended physical activity, wandering and opportunity to appreciate ones environment – the deprivation of such things must come with consequence as these activities stand as fundamental for the development of creativity, imagination and the molding of independent character. This mire is perpetuated through the colleges and universities. Their students - adults as suggested by age - are bound to a strict curfew: tucked in dorms by 10pm on weekdays, at 11pm the power for the overhead lights are shut off as is the internet, on weekends only an additional hour of grace is permitted. Study habits, exercise schedule, socializing – everything is subject to administrative control. Additionally, all lives here are blanketed by censorship. Mass amounts of foreign websites are blocked; the government sponsored social media has blacklisted a wide catalogue of words, terms and phrases. Television is limited to PG content, even international and regional news is filtered. During the Russian annexation of Crimea, I didn’t see one single segment, headline or reference to acknowledge the event whatsoever. Not surprisingly, no one I mentioned it to (gently and only to handful of people - I’m aware that I’m tiptoeing around broken glass when it comes to politics here) seemed to have any awareness of its happening. The missing Malaysia flight, on the other hand, is receiving mass press and in the mouths of everyone.

On top of censorship and institution, it seems like young adults have little opportunity to live and act independently. Of all the native Chinese people under 30 whom we’ve made acquaintance, only one or two live independently from their parents or grandparents. Inevitably, a lot of the social expectations I’m accustomed to applying to younger people often miss their mark. Fair enough I suppose; different place, different people. It makes sense financially and as far as we've seen, it is very uncommon (and therefore I would imagine, undesired) for elderly people to live alone. Trying to attach some sort of point to this rant, I’ll say that the environment I’ve been exposed to in my short time here doesn’t seem conducive to the development of organic creativity, imagination or independent personality, but rather seems to be quite oppressive of such things. In my mind what follows is a concern for what this may lead to. If such a system is perpetuated in the same manner as it has been for the last 20 years, then what lies ahead for further generations? What does the progression of a cultural identity rapt with strict utilitarian values and devoid of independent thought look like? I don’t know, but for some reason the writings of Dickens keep coming to mind.

China has bewildered us, thrilled us, welcomed us, and intrigued us. We’ve been here 2 months now, but have a long way to go. The potential for our time in China and the experiences that may lie beyond is endless. So far our stay has been nothing short of enjoyable and fulfilling. I’ll try to write more frequently. I’ve just been juggling a few new things around lately, which makes it easy for me to avoid setting aside time for writing. I might change my mind, but I think my next post will be a little lighter, focusing on either the teaching experience, or some of our explorations around Shaoxing. Thanks for reading.

One love,

Cameron

Wednesday, 26 March 2014

Ice Breaking {Julie}

It's a Saturday afternoon and I'm sitting on the couch in our apartment looking out the window. I see a big, bright blue sky, underlined by weather-beaten roofs of nearby buildings, some are apartments, some are commercial, many are a mix of both. It's an unmistakably Chinese skyline, with the clay tiled roofs, laundry hanging from balconies, and numerous cylindrical tanks dotting the rooftops, and most obviously, the sight of 6 giant Chinese characters perched like candles atop a 20-storey cake of a building a few blocks away.

What I see is the same as it was the first time I peered out our sixth floor living room, but looking out the window is different now. No longer a strange, confusing concrete jungle, this place has become familiar. I have a place and an orientation in it. I know this window faces north, and I'm looking northwest out of it. I know there is a dark, loud, chaotic,  local market on the main floor of an apartment building 3 blocks away from here, and two blocks south is what we call the Dumpling Place (a favourite, run by a smiley, toothless old man who has dedicated his entire operation to creating his signature fried dumplings). And that building with the Chinese characters on it - although I still don't know what they mean - is the  Women and Children's Hospital. The sense of surrealism I once felt when stepping outside our apartment is gone and has been replaced with something like... Anticipation.

Now that the shock and wonder of discovering what my new "normal day" is going to look like (at least for the rest of the year) has worn off, I'm eager to immerse myself in this place and explore what it has to offer. When time permits, I like to make a point of taking a new path on each journey out so that I can expand my mental map of the city and the places I'd like to take a closer look at. Although I still get turned around sometimes (especially at night), Shaoxing is becoming more and more familiar every day as Cameron and I venture out along it's many rivers, roads, and ancient alleyways, where we have seen a lot of pretty cool stuff already. From stumbling upon a modern castle on an afternoon run to the biking through the eery abandoned train station district, we've explored a lot, but here are a few of the most interesting places we've discovered so far:

    Inside a shop in the Ancient District
    Ladies Dancing (and staying fit!) on Jiefang Road at night
    A riverside walkway in spring time 
  1. Kuaiji mountain & Shan Lu fun monastery, with it's stunning view of the greater Shaoxing area.
  2. Fushan Park, with its giant lucky bell and ancient pagodas.
  3. The Ancient district near Fushan park, with its cute little shops, crowded narrow streets, rice wine museum, and boisterous gambling gazebo.
  4. Jiefang Road, which has everything on it, including an underground Walmart, our favourite restaurant called 70s, and an awesome movie theatre that shows American movies, serves delicious kettle corn and has couches in the back rows of each theatre. 
  5. The Night Market on East Street, where you can get yummy street food while testing your bartering skills with the various vendors selling everything from pots and pans to clothes and electronics. 
  6. Shaoxing University, where we found free Zumba and yoga classes and fellow English-speaking foreigner friends! (But not in that order)
View a top Shan Lu Fun Mountain
A castle of some kind
Shan Lu Fun Monastery
















I have to say, after going over a month without talking to a native English speaker besides Cameron or our older American supervisor, Darlene, the most exciting discoveries for me so far on this trip have been the people we've very recently become acquainted with. For the first time in my life, I went 45 days without any casual social engagement outside of Darlene, Cameron and skype with my parents. This was something I had been told to anticipate before coming here in order to keep my expectations low, but after arriving and finding that most of the Chinese English teachers at our school are generally around my age, I couldn't help being optimistic that, as a fairly sociable person by nature, I'd soon be able to "break the ice" and make a connection with a few of them at least. This turned out to be much harder than I thought though, after six weeks and several failed attempts at having a genuine conversation with many teachers were either shyly resisted or interrupted by requests for photos, or by my removal from a group discussion thanks to a quick language switch from English to Chinese.

But last week, it all changed. While chatting with a lovely Chinese teacher named Vicky I asked about sending some postcards, and she offered to take me to the post office on one of our days off so that I could mail them, and would I like to go out for some Chinese food too? That same day, Cameron and I also set up our first Chinese lessons with Toto, another teacher from our school who we discovered is actually very chatty and friendly and we like her more and more each time we talk with her. And she lives in the same apartment complex as us!Then, as if by divine intervention , Cameron and I were walking past the big university here one day on our way to the nearby Kuaiji Mountain Park, when we happened to notice a girl with natural blonde hair and real blue eyes about to bike past us.  Cameron was first to notice and point her out, but it was me who instantly sprang forward to stop her, waving, calling out "Hello! Foreigner! Hello! We're foreigners too!" I looked a bit ridiculous but I couldn't help myself. It'd been so long! Christi is her name, and we talked for maybe two minutes because she had a class to go to, but it was long enough to see that she was young like us, friendly, and knew a lot of other foreigners who were also teaching at that campus and a few at other places in town.  We exchanged phone numbers and have been able to meet up several times since, each time being introduced to a few more foreigners from the group.

It's as if we had to fulfill a six-week waiting period to make friends here, but shortly after that ended, we suddenly found fifteen in one week. Bizarre, but nonetheless terrific. I'm looking forward to finding out what new adventures we'll be able to experience with the help of some local knowledge.

And there you have it - the weird, wonderful, and somewhat desperate ice breaking period of this foreigner's new life in China.

If you want more details, send me an email at julie.pqtt@gmail.com. Other mediums of communication we've got are skype, FaceTime (if you have an iPad or iPhone), what's app messenger, WeChat messenger, and MagicJack free phone calls!

Tuesday, 4 March 2014

Belated First Impressions {Cameron}

Having been settled for a full month now it seems a bit tardy to be posting this, but here it is anyways, two writings I had made after entering Shanghai and then Shaoxing. They were unable to be posted at the time due to the great firewall of China, but now we're past that here it is.

Morning of the 31st of January

The moment we arrive into the center of Shanghai, it is distinctly clear that the rhythm of the city is a resting pulse: traffic is calm, the shops are shuttered and even the smog seems to have settled somewhere away from here. Movements are muffled shuffles, greetings are relaxed smiles and the huge numb skyscrapers that envelop us stand in remembrance and promise of busier days. Only the sound of stray taxis barking and the racket of bi-hourly municipal fireworks break the content silence that has blanketed the city. Prior to arriving into Shanghai for the dawn of the two-week Chinese new year holiday, we held expectations of party fervor; a clamor reverberated by Shanghai’s 25,000,000 people showing up within full force of celebration. Alas, the sensation of the eve of our western new year is not to be considered synonymous with that of the east. If anything, I feel like a tourist on Christmas, here for the party, but only greeted by the unfortunate few forced to work and operate the obligatory institutions. Chinese New Year seems to be a celebrated indeed, but behind closed doors, with home cooked meals and gathered family. Good for them.

Firework Greeting
View of Nanjing Square from our hotel room

We have arrived into this foreign culture heartbeat racing, expecting to hit the ground running, but instead, there is a sense of calm we have had to adjust to. Julie and I, with all the hype and sensation, overcompensated in preparation to stand fast against some overwhelming tide, when in fact the waters are quite still. A blessing I suppose, considering that our upcoming journey isn’t a sprint, but an endeavor of stable rhythm and endurance. As our feet become grounded and our senses familiarized, the pace around us will surely crescendo in progression with our own.



Febuary 4th, 9am

We’ve arrived in Shaoxing. In a word, it is Chinese. We’ve been here 36 hours now and I have not seen one head of hair other than our own deviate from natural black or charcoal grey. The downtown seems like a continuous market broken up only by bouldering business towers. We live literally earshot from our school and 1 minute walk from one of the many downtown 2-floor KFC’s, perhaps the most universally revered institution of China’s 1.3 billion people. No joke, there are line-ups trailing outside the door on any given hour. Where there is KFC, there is everything… only the most pristine real estate will do. Perhaps, like water, KFC creates real estate. KFC is a river for its people. As such, we are close to everything - situated right in the heart of this city, cut like a grid by rivers and canals. 

Chinese New Year is still in full swing, an hour ago I was awoken by the obligatory municipal fireworks. Rarely an hour goes by without the formal reminder that the holidays are upon us. Those who don’t directly depend on street traffic for revenue are spending the day leisurely, evidenced by the public parks, restaurants and markets crowded at all times of the day. It is nice to see, everyone seems to be in cheerful spirits. Steam filled hole-in-the-wall family restaurants commonly have the whole crew, gathered around a platter of food, doors open to the public as a formality, but a clear aura which states like a sign “this is our time, please don’t bother us”.

Our arrival into Shaoxing felt surreal. Yesterday, sitting in our Shanghai hotel lobby we met a employee of the school sent on an errand to pick us up; Kingsley was his name and his age was about the same as mine. So here he strolls up wearing a full pleather and Teflon outfit, his charm seemed largely cut and pasted from watching the Fonz. Initially this was off-putting but as I began to understand the circumstance more fully it became endearing. Here is a kid, recently a husband and recently a father.  The well being of his family rests on a career of teaching English in a city where there are no native speakers, and certainly no informal conversational English practiced. Although he was born and raised in Shaoxing, a simple hour and a half trip away by train, he has never leasurely visited or explored the city. One time only had been to Shanghai before greeting us, and that was to greet another teacher. His experience of the city was [train station-taxi-hotel-taxi-train station]. 

So here he is, nerves through the roof of being entrusted with this errand, entering a city which has always been either an hour-and-a-half, or 90¥ out of reach, and to top it off, tasked with making a good impression to people from a totally different culture and natively fluent in what he has dedicated his life towards – English. We had a bit of time so I suggested that we go out for a beer. Nerves were expressed via machine gun laugher so I passed it off as a joke and just suggested a stroll around the square.

The time came to catch our train, with about 250lbs of luggage to haul behind us, we moved slow and deliberate. I got caught in a snag with my hunting knife, which was a bit of a stress on poor Kingsley who was tasked with translation, as I tried to convince a squad of 5 bewildered police that it wasn't a "murder weapon" as they claimed, but a tool. They took my point, but wouldn't let me on the train with it. The conseierge refused to send it to my school because it was a "weapon", so after a few more futile attempts I had to toss it. Pretty upset about that. Early retirement. Moving on…

We haul ourselves around three stations to finally hit the main terminal that will speed us off to Shaoxing. I sleep during the ride and by the time we arrive nighttime is in full effect. As we step out of the trolley we are met with a long one-way escalator descending through a thick haze of fog and mist. From the top, the bottom is obscured. Landing at the base we find ourselves at the edge of a massive concrete square, as empty and flat as frozen lake and greeted by a host of people offering rides into town. One is picked and we embark across the hazy square to find a black car, parked in the dead center of a dead end 6 lane highway. No cars. There are buildings, but the only light projected is that of street lamps. Luggage goes in the trunk and Julie and I sit in the back behind the tinted windows and silent driver.



Our drive was silent and both inside and outside of the car, it took a while to see another car join us on this broad stretch of pavement, but as it entered the city we wading within a sea of taxis, tri-cycles and pedestrians. Oblivious to our surroundings we turn down a narrow alley, decked out with luminescent signs projecting characters of a foreign language, then turn to one even more narrow – and dark. One more turn to the point I expected the mirrors to scrape at any moment and then car stops. We get out and find ourselves in a residential complex. The driver is thanked an paid. Kingsley leads the way and dutifully we follow, trekking our luggage up 7 flights of stairs to the top floor, a door is opened and we have arrived to what will be our home away from home for the next year to come.



 - Cameron