Meg's travel stories

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Location: Brisbane, Queensland, Australia

I am a former lawyer. I taught English in Jiangsu Province in China for 2 years. I am now back in Australlia and currently working as a boarding supervisor at a girls' school. I like to travel and enjoy new experiences.

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Definitely the Final Chapter!


This is the final chapter! It has been a long time coming but I have been busy with, well…. travelling, relaxing and settling back into life in Australia.

I have to confess that I will be cheating a little bit with this chapter. You see, while we were travelling in China and Vietnam, Dad sent 3 or 4 emails home to family and friends with stories about our travels. So, I will be cutting and pasting from his emails, while also adding my own little tit bits to the story.

Let me start at the beginning:

Leaving Huaian

My contract ended on Friday, 30 June. The students were still sitting exams for the next week or so, but I had already given all my exams and completed my reports, so I was not obliged to hang around. Given that all my foreign friends had already departed for greener pastures, I was not keen to hang around any longer than necessary.

I had said my goodbyes to all who mattered, except for Betty who was coming on the first leg of the trip with me. There were no big parties or send-offs. As I said, most of the foreigners had already left, the students were still taking exams and the school, which had never taken much interest in me from the start, continued that trend until the end. Actually, they did give Change and me a “leaving” banquet, but it was a very lack lustre affair to which Change did not even turn up! I only went because I had no food left in the apartment and I was trying to save money for my travels!

At some point in the last week it had started to rain… and it rained, and rained and then rained some more. I woke up early Saturday morning to do some last minute packing. I was due to meet the foreign affairs representative for breakfast at the hotel next door at 8. She arrived at 7 with a van full of Japanese guests who she was taking to Shanghai after dropping me at Nanjing airport. It was still raining hard and the roads into and out of the school were completely flooded. I rang Betty and told her to meet us at the hotel after breakfast. The main road outside the school and the hotel driveway were also flooded.

It continued to rain heavily on the 3 hour trip to Nanjing and I was concerned that the plane would be delayed due to bad weather. Betty had never been on a plane before and she was looking very concerned. As Dad was due to arrive in Chengdu not long before our plane, we had arranged for him to wait at the airport to meet us. Consequently, I had no way of contacting him and he had no idea where we were staying or how to get there. When we arrived at Nanjing airport, no flights were coming in or going out due to bad weather and it looked like we were in for a long wait. So, I contacted my Uncle’s wife, Rose, who is Chinese and has family in Chengdu. (Rose is now living in Sydney). She gave me the mobile phone number for her brother-in-law, Dong Ming, and I had Betty call him and arrange to meet Dad at the airport and take him to the hotel.

Our plane finally took off about 4 hours late so, instead of arriving at Chengdu airport at 4:30pm, we arrived at 8:30pm. Betty and I caught the airport bus into downtown Chengdu and Dong Ming was kind enough to come and pick us up and take us to the hostel to meet Dad.

China - Sichuan & Yunan Provinces

We were in for a bit of a shock when we arrived at the hostel. It was down a small lane with a badly cut up, narrow dirt road and many old style buildings in various states of disrepair, some of which were in the process of being renovated. There were a number of small bars and restaurants all of which had chairs and tables out on the road and TVs and screens set up for the world cup football. The local area certainly had a lot of atmosphere and character.

So it was around 9:30pm by the time we met Dad. He had been sitting at the hostel for 5 hours or so wondering what was going on. Apparently, when he arrived at Chengdu airport, Dong Ming was waiting for him with a sign with his name on it. Whilst Dong Ming can speak some English, apparently it was not enough for him to be able to explain that our plane was delayed due to bad weather, so Dad was not sure what was going on. He was probably not only wondering where we were, but also who the strange Chinese man was who was holding a sign with his name and chauffeuring him to the hostel located down a shady laneway!

After settling in at the hostel (which did not take long given that the room consisted of 3 beds almost on top of each other…. and that was it…), we went for a short walk to a nearby restaurant for a hot pot dinner. Now hot pot is a specialty of Sichuan province and the main reason for Betty wanting to come to Chengdu was to partake in the Sichuan cuisine. Unfortunately though, the standard of this particular hot pot restaurant was well under par, particularly at that time of night. After dinner, we walked back to the hostel. The England vs Portugal quarter-final had started at 11pm so the alfresco bar scene on our street had really come alive.

The next 3 days were spent in and around Chengdu. We spent the next morning visiting the Panda Bear breeding and environmental complex, which was an enlightening experience - we could have cuddled a young panda (for a price!), but decided to leave that privilege to others. The breeding centre is set in quite extensive, hilly parkland. The enclosures are large and shady with plenty of bamboo. The centre is set up to facilitate breeding of this endangered animal. I had seen pandas previously at the Beijing Zoo but the enclosures there left a lot to be desired. The breeding centre is also home to the red panda; this is a small raccoon looking thing with browny, red fur. It is actually related to the raccoon and is not related to the panda at all. (It is a bit like the koala being called a bear, when it isn’t!). Anyway, the photos are on my blog: www.meganddadchina.blogspot.com

The afternoon was spent visiting the "100 flowers" park, where Betty had her first ride (at 27 years of age) on a merry-go-round, and exploring a street area which contained many restored buildings from a bygone era. We were a bit hungry in the afternoon, so Betty rustled up some Sichuan BBQ – loads of spicy, barbecued pork, beef, lamb, cauliflower and eggplant and cold beer for the princely sum of about $3 all up.

In the evening we joined Henry (Dong Ming) and his wife, Wei Wei, for dinner at an up- market restaurant in the new part of the city. As is the usual Chinese custom, we were not allowed to pay as this was our first time to Chengdu and they were the “hosts”. The banquet was made up entirely of Sichuan specialty dishes, each one spicier than the next. I loved it; I think Dad enjoyed it and Betty was in 7th heaven!

On our second day we went with Henry by bus to Le Shan - a city about 1 ½ hours drive from Chengdu, principally to visit an historical site on the side of the river which includes the "highest sitting Buddha" in the world (71 metres high) - it was carved out of the rock face on the cliffs overlooking the convergence of two rivers. We firstly went by river boat to get the best view of the Buddha from the river, then Henry insisted on taking us to another eating house to try some more authentic local Sichuan dishes (this area is famous for its many different styles of tofu), after which we crossed the river (by taxi) to enter the reserve which included the Buddha and a number of Buddhist temples and sites. Along with thousands of other visitors (mainly Chinese), we lined up to descend down the cliff walls to the base of the Buddha and then ascend to other parts of the former Buddhist retreat. That evening we dined in the street outside our hostel along with many of the local people. The food was very cheap and very tasty and the atmosphere was great.

On our last day in Chengdu we took a leisurely stroll through "Peoples Park" then went to an eating place in downtown Chengdu to sample some Sichuan local snack foods; after all, the first of three reasons to visit Chengdu was for the food! We then headed back to our hostel to collect our luggage and then by bus to the airport where we parted company with Betty - a tearful parting for both of us, as Betty had been my closest Chinese friend for the 2 years I had been in China. When Dad had asked us earlier whether we would cry, Betty answered “no” and I said “yes”. In fact, Betty started bawling just saying goodbye to Dad, so you can imagine that it was quite an emotional parting. I saw her onto the airport bus back to the city, where she then boarded a train for the 36 hour train ride back to Huai’an.

Dad I boarded the plane for our flight to Lijiang in Yunan province. The airport in Lijiang is about 40 minutes from the old city and quite small. Apart from one other European couple, we were the only foreigners on a plane of Chinese. During my 2 years in China, I have observed that Chinese people, as a general rule, pack very lightly and what bags they do take, they generally carry with them. Consequently, when we arrived at Lijiang airport, the only people at the baggage carousel were me, Dad and the European couple!

We stayed at the Red Lantern Inn in Lijiang - a quaint 8 room "hotel" in the very centre of the old town - a simply amazing place which was the first town in China to be included for world heritage listing. Due to its isolation from "east coast China", it has a different way of life and has 22 different ethnic groups which seem to get along in reasonable harmony and provide an amazing cultural experience, particularly at night when the cobble stone streets and alleyways light up. There is an amazing array of restaurants, bars, eating places and, of course, every conceivable type of merchandise sold from quaint shops and stalls. Unlike many other tourist meccas, the local people in the main do not pester you to buy their wares.

Arriving in Lijiang at night was a magical experience. The old city is pedestrian only access and we had to walk through the cobblestone streets to the inn. The old city is built on one side of the hill and the town was alight with thousands of red lamps and lanterns. The hotels and inns in Lijiang are all very small but quaint. Our inn was located behind a small shop selling bamboo etchings and it was necessary to walk through the shop then up the narrow stone staircase at the back to reach our inn.

On our first full day in Lijiang we took a trip to Tiger Leaping Gorge, which is about 100kms away. (3 hours by road) The gorge is quite spectacular, but due to recent rains and river levels, we were only able to descend the staircase to the landings of the upper gorge - a little disappointing in view of the amount of travel, but nevertheless worthwhile.

We spent a more leisurely time on the second day, walking through the various alleyways (no vehicles, including bicycles allowed), and visited the Lion Hill pagoda, which gives a commanding view over the entire city, and also went through "Mu's Residence", which is a fully restored complex over a fairly substantial area occupied by the ruling family of Lijiang for over 400 years. On the following morning we walked the alleyways again and spent a couple of hours at the Black Dragon Lake ornamental park, which is upstream from the old town and a very pleasant place to visit. We returned around 1.30pm to prepare for our move to Dali.

The only down side to our stay in Lijiang was the, by now expected, bout of “travel cold” that I managed to pick up in Chengdu.

On the 31/2 hour mini-bus journey from Lijiang to Dali, Dad said he experienced the "thrill of a lifetime”. He thinks the driver was hell bent on getting to Dali faster than any other vehicle, and was surprised at the constant tooting of the horn and over taking while approaching turns in the road and going up hills - we made it in one piece, but only with “the grace of God", according to Dad. It was all a bit ho hum for me, having experienced the erratic and chaotic Chinese driving for 2 years! I was sitting directly behind Dad, not feeling very well because of my head cold and recurrent stomach bug, but still managed to be amused by Dad shaking his head and making small exclamations of fear or surprise for the entire 3 ½ hours!

We arrived in Dali at 6.30pm, so did not have time to explore Dali that night, except for dinner at the restaurant attached to the "Old Dali Youth Hostel" where we stayed. (3 Chinese dishes plus 2 bowls of rice, apple pie and ice-cream (for Dad) and two 640 ml bottles of beer for the princely sum of Y 57, which equates to approximately $A11.00 - not a bad deal!)

Unfortunately it rained quite heavily on our first full day in Dali, so our exploration of Dali old town was on hold waiting for the rain to clear. We were able to venture out in the afternoon, spending a couple of hours walking the streets of old Dali town - again the shops and market stalls were stocked with all sorts of items appealing to tourists, and there were different styles of traditional clothing as the dominant ethnic group are the Bai people.

That night we ate at a café style restaurant catering for the tourist trade and spoke at length with the owner of the business, a guy named "George", and made arrangements with him for the following day to hire a car and driver, with George as our interpreter, to spend a full day encircling lake Erhai, visiting a number of towns and villages surrounding the lake - a drive of approx 140kms. With traffic, visits to temples and other tourist traps as well as the state of the roads, it took the best part of 8 hours. We stopped in a small village for lunch, eating the local spicy noodles from a road side stall with some of the locals. There are many fishing villages located around the lake so there was a pervasive “fish” smell at many of our stops. At one small village, we took a small row boat with the locals out to a temple on a tiny island about 75 metres from the shore. The island was only big enough for the temple and about 50 “BBQs” at which the locals tried to sell BBQ shrimp, etc, to unsuspecting tourists who arrived on the boats. It is beyond me how any of the locals make money from this when they are all selling the same thing. The last place we visited included an 8 storey pagoda, with views across the lake to Dali old town. Unfortunately, in most places in China, which has been a recurring theme with me, the lack of clear visibility means it is difficult to get good distance photos - a real pity as some of the scenery is well worth a photo. We completed our Dali travels by arranging with George to take us directly to the airport for our flight to Kunming, arriving there about 8pm.

We visited two very interesting places over the two full days we spent in Kumning - the Dragon Gate in the Western Hills and the Stone Forest - the first place approx 20kms from the hotel where we stayed and the second about 130kms away. The mathematician in Dad was still not able to count the number of steps we ascended or descended over those two days! On the first day we travelled by public buses for a total cost of Y7.00 (approx $1.25) and mixed with the locals, whereas on the second day we went by chartered mini-bus with other hotel guests for a cost of Y70.

On the first day, at the Western Hills, we decided to walk the 8kms uphill from the bus terminus to the entry to the Dragon Gate, not realising that the climb from this point was essentially up the side of a mountain cliff, one step after another! However, it was really an invigorating and worthwhile climb to the top, with many delightful viewing points, passing at least 4 Buddhist temples (they do get a bit monotonous after awhile) and yes, you guessed it, many locals attempting to sell their wares. Having climbed the equivalent of Mt Everest, we decided to take a cable car down the mountain - ostensibly so we could see more of the surrounding scenery, but possibly because we could not face the same number of steps on the downward leg!

The visit to the Stone Forest was no less invigorating. Unfortunately it is a tourist mecca and we were a very small minority when it comes to the number of Chinese tour groups that were at this site. For the first hour and a half we stayed mainly on the recommended path through the forest and took in most of the rock formations that the Chinese come to see. For the second hour and a half we decided to be more adventurous and explored some of the minor tracks and paths through the various rock formations, ascending a somewhat precarious track to the summit of the Lotus View Peak and descending into almost below ground level grottoes, including "the deep and narrow valley" and the "rock prison". Can't say that we knew where we were going at times, and almost felt lost, but eventually found our way out of the forest at around 2pm to an outdoor performance area where we watched some local national minority dancing and singing before we returned to the minibus for the 2 hour journey back to Kunming.

On our last day in Kunming, we took the public bus to another local market area where we were anticipating seeing many unusual pets and animals, but it seems that some of the market had been closed down since the Lonely Planet guide was published. It was raining on and off during our stay, so it was a little unpleasant. We also attempted to see (apparently) the last remaining street of old style architecture in the Muslim quarter, but it seems that we were too late as that street had also disappeared to make way for more modern buildings and shops.

Our overall impression of Kunming is that it is a very liveable city, particularly the inner city area which is well laid out with many modern shops and tall buildings - it also has a temperate climate most of the year and apparently people from the East Coast of China who have experienced Kunming have, in the past, decided to settle there. It is also a relatively clean city, despite the ever present air pollution marring most Chinese cities.

Over the 4 places we stayed in China, the standard of the hotels improved; from Chengdu which had just a basic room with 3 beds, no hanging space and communal showers and toilets; to the boutique hotel in Lijiang which had little space but included a private bathroom (and central location); to a larger room with private bathroom in Dali old town, even though part of a hostel; to a hotel type suite with private bathroom and ample space in Kunming.

Vietnam

We arrived in Hanoi, the capital of Vietnam, at about 9.30pm via a 2 hour flight from Kunming to Bangkok, then a 1 ½ hour wait in Bangkok, before catching another flight to Hanoi. We spent the first day organising Vietnamese Dong, then walking around the lake in the centre of town and through the old town area of Hanoi.

The local Vietnamese appear to have forgotten how to walk - liberalisation of their country has meant that almost every one has purchased either a motorbike or motor scooter. When you walk the city streets you are faced with a "sea" of motor bikes and scooters coming towards you, behind you and sometimes directly at you! Unlike in Oz, pedestrian crossings do not provide any safety - the local rules are that you walk slowly and do not appear frightened (and do not make any sudden movements) and hopefully the bikes and scooters will miss you. It is almost impossible to walk on the footpaths (not all streets have them) as they are cluttered with parked motor bikes and merchandise spewing out from many of the shops and stalls. I was somewhat used to this traffic chaos from my 2 years in China, but even I was in awe at the sheer number of motorbikes and scooters on the road. In China, whilst there were many motorbikes and scooters, the roads were also cluttered with a much wider variety of small vehicles, pedestrians, and electric and pedal power bicycles. What made Hanoi unique for me was the absence of bicycles and the prolific number of motorbikes.

And whilst I should now be an old hand at crossing roads in Asian cities, I still managed to get collected by a motorbike on our first venture out on the streets of Hanoi. Well, “collected” might be a slight exaggeration … a lady was rolling her motorbike back from off the footpath onto the road and the rear wheel mud flap, which was very sharp, ran into my right leg, ripping the material of my shorts and making a small cut on the side of my lower leg near the knee.

In Vietnam, Dad and I had arranged to join a 15 day Intrepid tour from Hanoi to Ho Chi Minh City. Our Intrepid tour group consisted of 12 people (3 males and 9 females) and a male group leader from Omeo in Victoria, who has spent the last 9 years with Intrepid, almost entirely in Vietnam, with some tours into Cambodia - he certainly knows a lot about Vietnam, its history and politics, and has a real love for the country. Our group included 4 Brits, 1 Kiwi, 2 Germans and 5 from Oz, and the ages ranged from 24 to 64, Dad being the eldest, with an average age of 38.

On the first night we had a rather lengthy and drawn out meeting about what to expect on the tour and to complete all the necessary paperwork. We then accepted the suggestion of Bruce (our tour leader, who is also known as "lemon juice") to join him for dinner at a restaurant of his choosing where we had a tasty Vietnamese shared meal with drinks which cost each of us the outrageous amount of 50000 VD (Vietnamese Dong), which is equivalent to $A4.50!

Next morning we had a 7.30am start to visit the Blue Dragon Children's Care Centre, where we had breakfast with the staff and 5 of the boys (aged 12 to 14) currently under their care - a somewhat humbling, but nevertheless enlightening experience. At 9am we left by bus for our 4 hour journey to Halong Bay, stopping on the way at a centre for disabled people who were involved in producing an amazing array of quality goods.

At Halong Bay we boarded a boat, which was exclusive to our group with 6 two berth cabins, and sat down to a Vietnamese style seafood lunch, which was delightful. We travelled for approx 2 hours through the myriad of islands (over 3000 in total) which make up this world heritage area to visit a huge cave on one of the islands, which has only been open to the tourist trade for the last 10 years. We then travelled a relatively short distance to a protected bay, where we anchored for the night, along with at least 25 other boats - a truly magical place as dusk approached and the other boats came alive with their twinkling lights We spent the rest of the afternoon and evening swimming in the Bay, relaxing over a couple of drinks, another meal equally as good as the seafood lunch, and then sitting around on the top deck talking and reminiscing over the travels in which we had all been involved. (Naturally one of the subjects discussed was our arrest at the hands of the Zimbabwe police whist in Harare!). We had a reasonably early night and woke about 6.15am for an early morning swim, breakfast and return to port for our bus journey back to Hanoi; on the way we visited a ceramics factory - again many items were available for sale!

Lunch this day was at cafe 225 - a Vietnamese/French patisserie, where we enjoyed real home made sandwiches, hamburgers (Vietnamese style), milkshakes and a great array of cakes - a rare treat in Vietnam! We then visited the "Hanoi Hilton", the jail established by the French whilst occupying (controlling) Vietnam and where the American pilots shot down over North Vietnam were housed during the American invasion between 1965 and 1973. From all accounts, it would appear the Americans were treated reasonably humanely, although the conditions were rather rudimentary.

From here a couple of us travelled to the Army Museum, which gave a history of the wars in which the Vietnamese had participated since the 12th century from the Vietnamese perspective - perhaps a little biased, but it would appear they have fought many wars over the years, both internal conflict and external aggression, particularly from China, Japan, France, Cambodia and America/Australia.

Then back to the hotel for another shower and we were taken on a cyclo tour of the old town. Rickshaws are no longer used in Vietnam as they are seen as a sign of colonialism. However, cyclos are still used. These are 3 wheeled bicycles where the passenger sits in an armchair style seat which is pushed along by the rider at the back. This was a marvelous experience as the old town comes alive at this time of night - we dodged pedestrians, motor scooters and cycles and cars and buses on our way to the Water Puppet show and then to dinner at a typical street cafe (again recommended by Bruce), where we had another great meal and drinks, also for 50000 VD ($A4.50). Bruce then took us through some of the back alleys to view the city from a couple of elevated positions and to give us a feel for the Vietnamese nightlife on the streets - most of the shops and stalls stay open until 10.30 to 11.30, so there is still plenty of activity, with many of the families not eating until this time!

On the next day we walked to the Ho Chi Minh Mausoleum, Presidential house and Museum. Uncle Ho, as he is affectionately known in Vietnam, is very revered, and thousands of Vietnamese and visitors file past him each day to pay their respects to the father of the now re-united Vietnam. From all accounts, he was a very learned man, having spent about 30 years out of the country studying, making strategic contacts and establishing the Vietnamese Communist Party, before returning to Vietnam in 1941 to oversee the struggle to give power to the communist party and to remove the French from Vietnam and Indo-China, only to then face the aggression from the American war until peace was finally achieved in 1975. Unfortunatley, Uncle Ho died before the end of the war and did not live to see a reunified Vietnam.

We returned to Cafe 225 for another round of Australiana meals (Vietnamese style) but I had earlier experienced an unsavoury return of the dreaded stomach bug and so took it easy at the hotel for the afternoon. Dad hired a cyclo to visit the French colonial quarter of Hanoi then returned to the hotel in the late afternoon to prepare for our overnight train trip on the "Reunification Express" to Hue (pronounced "Whey").

The train trip to Hue took about 13 ½ hours - the train travels at an average speed of approx 50kms/hour, hardly what you might regard as an express! We were allocated 4 berth "soft" bed cabins, which consisted of 2 beds on either side of a small cabin and a folding table attached to the side wall, which could be used for playing a card game if so inclined. We retired for the night about 10.30pm, and had a reasonable night's sleep although it did take some time to get used to the train's motion. We arrived at the Hue station about 8.30 am for transfer to our hotel by pre-arranged mini-bus.

After taking a shower, a group of us wandered into town to have a look around. The hotel was offering breakfast in its roof garden restaurant, but Dad was the only taker. Instead the rest of us had a walk and a light lunch at a café. At 3pm the group left by cyclo convoy to visit the Citadel , the former palace of the kings of Vietnam from the early 19th century until the final king of the dynasty handed over power to Ho Chi Minh and his communist party in 1945. The complex is set on the northern banks of the Perfume river, and covers a substantial area of land which the first king of the last dynasty obtained by removing a number of villages and relocating the inhabitants to outlying areas. A fair portion of the original complex has been destroyed through ongoing warfare, neglect and pilfering (particularly by the French), but there are plans to completely reconstruct the complex (using grants from UNESCO), but the cost will be enormous. We learned some fascinating facts about the various kings, the second of which had over 500 wives as well as numerous concubines! We returned to the hotel by cyclo convoy to prepare for dinner at a slightly up-market restaurant within reasonable walking distance of the hotel. After dinner we had a drink at a nearby bar before walking back to the hotel. On the way, we managed to lose Dad. Back at the hotel, I walked out the back to the outdoor bar but could not find him. It was dark in the hall way on the way back in and I managed to trip up the stairs and fall over, slamming my 1 litre water bottle into the ground and slamming my mouth on the top of the water bottle, driving my teeth into my lip and splitting it open on both sides. There was a lot of blood, but fortunately no damage to my teeth; just a swollen lip and ulcerated gum for a week!

On Day 2 we started our journey at 8am for a trip up the Perfume River by boat to another Pagoda, following which we spent the rest of the day travelling on the back of motorbikes all around the countryside along main roads and many side tracks and village paths. Some of the group were at first nervous, but soon got the hang of things and it turned out to be a memorable day for all of us. Over the day we visited the only coliseum built in Asia, where elephants and tigers were pitted against each other (It was rigged for the elephant to win; they cut the tigers’ claws and removed their incisor teeth and if that wasn’t enough, sometimes they would bring out a 2nd elephant!); then to a bronze works casting "factory" - a rather rudimentary establishment which nevertheless produced some works of high quality; from there to an incense manufacturing place, and then to the American Bunker Hill - a strategic spot originally built by the French which became of vital importance in the conflict between America and North Vietnam. On a clear day it is the only place in Vietnam where you can see from the coast to the range of hills forming the boundary with Laos and where the Ho Chi Minh trail was formed, which was the trail the North Vietnamese used to infiltrate Saigon. Lunch consisted of a vegetarian meal prepared by nuns at the Dieu Tranh Nunnery.

We then travelled to the alternative palace and burial ground of King Tutuc - the 4th king of the last Dynasty who, by comparison, had only 104 wives (plus numerous concubines) but no children as the guide said he was "firing blanks". He apparently appointed 3 nephews as his successors following his death, and all 3 either died or were killed within 7 months of Tutuc's death! The grounds and buildings are enormous; again the money spent and labour involved in providing a burial ground for one person defies all reason! We then visited the house of Phan Boi Chan, a prominent person assisting Uncle Ho in his earlier campaigns; then to a small private home of a lady named Thuy who was born with only one hand but is still able to make beautiful conical (coolie) hats. We then visited a rather ornate communal house (a temple for the dead family relatives) and then to one of the only 2 roofed bridges in Vietnam, where most of the group had their fortunes told by a 71 year old fortune teller who was once married to an American GI – apparently 1 marriage and 2 children are still on the cards for me! On the way back to the hotel we came across a family funeral ceremony. We were invited to join the relatives and give our blessing to the departed 90 year old - apparently this is a good omen for whatever lies ahead in the next life! Home at last after a great day which we all thoroughly enjoyed.

Dinner that night was at the “deaf mute” café. Of course, that was not its real name, but Bruce was very excited to take us to this famous local restaurant which was, apparently, either run or staffed, or perhaps both, by deaf mutes. Unfortunately, there did not appear to be any deaf mutes working that night, although from the poor service provided, you could be forgiven for thinking the opposite, and the dinner was greasy and tasteless; probably the worst meal on the whole trip.

The next morning we left Hue by bus to travel to Hoi An; on the way we called in at a beach town called Lang Co where we had an early lunch and a swim. The water was warm and there was no surf so Dad was not impressed. For me, however, clear blue water and blue skies, after 2 years of no swimming in China, was very inviting. From there we climbed up to the Hai Van Pass, by bus, which gave a commanding view over Da Nang - this city had a very strategic position in the war with America. The bomb shelters and observation towers at the pass were originally built by the French during their occupation of Vietnam and partly expanded by the Americans - although a strategic position, and one where it would be almost impossible to pass without detection, apparently the North Vietnamese effectively by-passed this area by using the Ho Chi Minh trail further inland and also by transporting supplies to the Viet Cong in the south by ship, presumably undetected from this position.

We then visited a museum in Da Nang (the 3rd largest city in Vietnam), which is dedicated to the Cham people who occupied this area for many centuries - the Cham people were aligned to Hinduism (unlike the Buddhist majorities that surrounded them) and their art works consisted of many sculptures to the various gods which they worshipped. From there we passed what remains of the American base in Da Nang, before visiting Marble Mountain (as the name suggests, the mountain is synonymous with the many marble carvings from this area) and then onto our hotel in Hoi An, which came with a swimming pool!

Hoi An is a small but very pleasant city. It is a shopping mecca for clothing and shoes - there are literally hundreds of tailors who all profess to be able to make suits, slacks, shirts, dresses and whatever one may require within 24 hours of ordering. Similarly, shoes can be supplied off the shelf or by ordering one day and ready by the following morning, all made to your exact measurements. In the past, Hoi An was a major river port, but as ships became larger (and perhaps the river silted up), the port activities were transferred to Da Nang.

Hoi An was more a time for relaxing (and, of course, eating, drinking and shopping for made to order clothes and shoes)! We arrived in Hoi An in the afternoon but I cannot remember what we got up to. That evening we went to the “White Rose” restaurant, a small family run restaurant famous for the local snack called “White Rose”, a prawn dumpling made from rice noodle, and fried wonton. As we were sitting in the restaurant finishing dinner, the heavens opened and the rain poured down. We had intended to go to a bar for a few drinks. We called taxis to collect us but we did not know that the old town is closed off to cars, so the taxi only took us around the corner and then we had to get out and run the rest of the way in the rain anyway!

On the morning of the first full day in Hoi An, Dad & I walked around the old town and visited a tailor where we both invested heavily in some tailored clothing. I ordered a skirt and pants suit (with jacket), 2 dress shirts, 2 pairs of shorts and 2 casual shirts, all for US$110. After ordering the clothes, we had a fresh baguette sandwich for lunch at a lovely café then wandered back to the hotel, stopping at a shoe store for me to order two pairs of custom-made court shoes for $US34. That afternoon, we took a 2 ½ hour bicycle tour around the back lanes of the villages, along the river bank and through some of the rice paddy fields; then back to the hotel for a swim. We had to go back to the tailors for a fitting at 6:30pm before meeting the others in town and choosing a slightly more "up-market" restaurant for dinner.

On the following day, Cass and I hired a bike and rode the 3 kilometres to the beach for a swim and relax in the sun. I had asked Dad if he wanted to come and told him several times what I was doing, but apparently he took no notice of me because he maintains that he did not know where I had gone. So he hired a bike for the day and went bike riding by himself, apparently covering approx 45kms. We were supposed to meet in the afternoon to pick up our clothes, but Dad was MIA so I went with one of the ladies from the Intrepid Group. That evening we went to a Vietnamese cooking class and banquet dinner at one of the local restaurants. Dad was also supposed to go to this, but was still MIA at this stage. The cooking lesson was great and the food divine. We made spring rolls - some fried, some steamed; fish with lemon grass wrapped in banana leaf; and papaya salad. Dad eventually turned up with a Vietnamese haircut and took himself off for a meal at another restaurant. We finished the evening at the Tam Tam Bar where Dad entertained some of the waiting staff from the restaurant he ended up at, who then escorted him home by motorbike.

The following morning we were transported by bus to Da Nang Station, where we waited for approximately 2 hours before the "running late" express arrived. The train journey to Nha Trang takes about 9 1/2 hours if the train is running on time - we were again in soft sleeper cabins, so most of the group took the opportunity to catch up on some sleep. On this leg we were provided with a "railway meal", which consisted of rice, vegetable, fish and some type of soup - some of us were prepared to try the rice and vegetable, but gave the fish and soup a miss! We eventually got to our hotel in Nha Trang about 11pm - too late for a meal, but not too late for a nightcap at the bar opposite the hotel.

Nha Trang is regarded as a beachside resort, although not quite what Aussies would regard as a resort. There has been a significant amount of new development, particularly in the area within 2 street blocks of the esplanade.

Next morning, we were taken by bus to the port for a full day boat trip on the harbour, which again included a seafood lunch and the opportunity for a massage and pedicure. Dad had a massage and we both had a pedicure, although the pedicure turned out to be a nail trim only and you had to pay extra for nail painting. (Dad finished up with blue toenails with palm trees and a red sun!). In the morning we visited an island fishing village (transported from the boat to the shore by basket boats - literally a round basket-shaped boat made from palm fronds, coated on the outside with manure and then finished with some type of varnish to make them waterproof. We then walked around the village to the other side of the island where we visited an aquarium. On re-boarding the boat, we were taken to another island and given the opportunity for a swim off the side of the boat before lunch; then onto the island for relaxing in deck chairs and swimming. After returning to the hotel, we met again for another cyclo convoy to a restaurant recommended by “Lemon Juice” Bruce - great local atmosphere with great food barbequed at the table on small "BBQ coal fires". After dinner, the under 40’s went to the very swanky sailing club for drinks, while the over 40’s went back to the hotel.

Next morning we went shopping for DVD's - a somewhat time consuming process, as you have to select the DVD's you require from thousands of covers in no set order with many duplicated, and then wait while the staff try to match the selected covers with the actual disk from another room or shop. With 3 of us all buying DVDs at the same time, it became very confusing and somewhat frustrating, so much so that I eventually walked off leaving Dad to his own devices. In the afternoon, six of us arranged to travel by motorbike convoy to see a couple of the city attractions (a fishing village and temple) and then on the open road for a 40kms+ ride to a waterfall in the mountains surrounding Nha Trang. By the time we reached the waterfall area we all had aching bums, as the last few kilometres were on a dirt road; we then had to walk and climb over rocks for about 30 minutes before reaching the first of the falls where there was a swimming hole at the base of the falls. The return was no less eventful, particularly when we reached the outskirts of the city in peak hour traffic - however we all arrived home in one piece. On the way we passed a motor cycle carrying 6 people - 4 adults, 1 toddler and a baby – the photo is on my blog: www.meganddadvietnam.blogspot.com

We departed the hotel in the evening for our return to the Reunification Express and our final journey to Ho Chi Minh City (Saigon) - again the train was late arriving at Nha Trang and lost a further hour while repairing a fault to the carriage. Probably just as well as we would have arrived in Saigon at 5.15am had the train been on time! Instead, we arrived around 7.20am and were then bussed to our hotel, where we were given 2 dayrooms until we could access our rooms at 12:00 noon.

While we were waiting, we headed out on our final cyclo convoy for a tour of Saigon, with stops at the sobering War Crimes museum, the architecturally brilliant Post Office building and Saigon’s Notre Dame Cathedral. We also whizzed past the Reunification Palace and various parks and famous hotels while dodging in and out of the Saigon traffic. As Dad & I had another 3 days in Saigon after the end of the tour, we took it easy in the afternoon, having a rest and catching up on sleep before another lovely dinner at a restaurant of Bruce’s choice that evening, then some drinks at a bar in the backpacker district.

The next morning we took a bus to the Cu Chi tunnels. These are a series of tunnels built by the Vietcong during the war with America. The tunnel system was quite elaborate and extensive. We also saw the remains of various booby traps, most of which were intended to wound rather than kill, so that the VC could pick off the soldiers who went to the aid of their wounded mate. The original entrances to the tunnels were very narrow and small. Only the smallest and thinnest of people could manage to manipulate their body sufficiently to descend into the tunnels. There are a series of photos on my blog; our female German group member, Friedi, was able to get in, Alan, from WA just managed it with difficulty, but Dad could get no further than his hips. I did not even try!

There is a 90 metre stretch of tunnel to which the entrance has been widened. The stretch is broken into 3 x 30 metre sections so you can come up for air if you need it. Despite a slight case of claustrophobia, I decided to give it a try. I was the last in our group to go into the tunnel and, whilst I could hear people in front of me, I could not see anyone. There was some light in the tunnel but you would go around a corner and be cast into blackness. The tunnel had been widened (luckily, or I would not have been able to get through) but the height had not been lifted, so you basically had to duck walk or shuffle in a very bent over position. I think I must have made it about 25 metres before I started panicking. Friedi was in front of me and could hear me breathing heavily and unevenly so she came back to make sure I was ok, which I wasn’t. I didn’t want to go on but did not think I could turn back either. Luckily, the guide was just in front, he told me that the steps out were literally just around the bend. I was able to make it that far, although my whole body, and my hands in particular, were shaking like crazy.

We got back into the city late afternoon with not much time to spare to shower and change for our farewell dinner. Again Bruce took us to a great restaurant with authentic local atmosphere. This restaurant was known for its “exotic delicacies” – rabbit, snake, frog, rat, scorpion, testicles …. Shall I go on?? I took photos of the menu board so you can check out some of the other delicacies at your leisure. Unfortunately, there was no snake available that night, but we did order BBQ field rat. Yes, that’s right, rat! Whilst the presentation was a bit disconcerting (it pretty much looked like a little rat), the taste was not bad – it tasted just like chicken! No, only joking, it tasted a bit like beef really.

After dinner, one of the waiters bought over a live scorpion. It was pretty huge. I took a photo of him holding it above his open mouth. It was pretty fascinating until the guy started to torture the poor thing with a pair of chopsticks. Eventually, when he realized we were not interested anymore, he put the poor thing back in the tank.

After dinner, we walked to a famous hotel, the name of which currently escapes me. It was home to many of the US army officers during the war. The hotel has a lovely roof garden with views of the city at night. We went to take a look at the view but the prices of the drinks were too expensive to stay. Finally, we went to a bar near the hotel for our final drinks together and said our goodbyes.

On first arriving in Saigon, Dad & I had booked ourselves on a 2 day Mekong Delta tour. The tour company’s promotional slogan was “more boat, less bus”. We were picked up at our hotel early the next morning and taken to the river where we boarded a speed boat for the 2 ½ hour boat trip down river to the first town on the Mekong Delta. The banks of the river near the city are crowded with shanty homes and, unfortunately, the river here is very polluted. The closer we got to the Delta, the less the water pollution became, although I was not at all tempted to swim at any time.

We arrived at the first town and swapped our speed boat for a putt-putt tourist motor boat then headed into the winding waterways of the Delta proper. I actually lost count of the times we changed boats, even on that first day; suffice to say that the tour company’s slogan proved true. Our first stop was a small island on which we tasted honey wine, assorted nuts and sweets, ate Delta fruit while being entertained in song by locals and Dad had a giant snake wrapped around his neck. At our next stop we observed the process of making the local candy and then purchased some. We stopped for lunch at another island, then rested in the hammocks or took a short bike ride. In the afternoon, we had to take 2 hour bus ride to get to the town in which we would stay the night. The journey included a chaotic ferry crossing. The Mekong Delta is not what I expected. There are some quite large towns set on the myriad of waterways and canals which make up the Delta. It is quite a contrast to the Okavango Delta in Botswana, Africa, where there are no towns and no people but many wild animals!

The hotel we stayed in was pretty basic, but I don’t think we could complain given that the whole 2 day trip (excluding food) cost us about US$25 each. We went out to dinner with others in our group which was quite diverse – Scottish, Finnish, Danish, American and Australian.

The next morning we set out quite early to go to the floating markets. However, on the way, the heavens opened and rained on our plans. It was quite a vicious little storm, though relatively short lived. Instead we made our way to another island and visited a rice bagging factory and rice paper factory. Once the skies cleared we made our way back to the floating markets. You don’t have to have much imagination to work out what the floating markets are – fresh produce markets aboard boats. The sellers have a large bamboo pole on the front of their boat and hang an example of their produce from the pole. For example, if there is a pineapple hanging from the bamboo pole, then you know that boat sells pineapples. So you take your boat up to the market boats and buy your produce. We floated around from boat to boat for awhile, mostly taking photographs and not purchasing, although the pineapple was very ripe and sweet. Finally, we took yet another boat to yet another island and took a walk around the island, observing the local life. The picture of the outdoor toilet suspended over the waterway is a cracker!

After a short rest, we headed back to the town where we had stayed the night for lunch. Then we boarded our boat for the final journey upstream before transferring to a bus for the 4 hour drive back to Saigon.

On our last full day in Saigon, Dad and I visited the Reunification Palace. The Palace was originally built for the French Governor and was a lavish and ornate building of French colonial architecture. At the time of independence from France, it was renamed Independence Palace and housed the last President of South Vietnam. At some point it was destroyed and rebuilt in its current style, which is vastly different from French colonial architecture. My first impressions of the Palace from the outside were not good. I thought the building looked distinctly communist in style despite the fact that it was built before the communists reunified Vietnam. However, it is built on lavish grounds (with many tennis courts) and you get a different perspective once you are inside. There are huge open rooms and quite ornate furnishings. It contains a music room, a games room with gambling tables, a rooftop dance hall and its own cinema with ancient projection room. It has a flat roof top with helicopter pad and at one point during the war with America the helipad was used as target practice and 2 bombs were dropped on the palace, although neither caused significant damage. The basement contains a bunker and the war rooms from where the President of South Vietnam conducted the war. Apparently the south had 4 Presidents in the space of 10 days, the last one only lasting a matter of hours before the tanks of the North Vietnamese army crashed through the gates and demanded his surrender.

Our final day in Vietnam was spent finishing off the last minute shopping before meeting our transfer to the airport and our overnight flight with Singapore airlines to Brisbane.

And that, my friends, ends the final chapter of my adventures in China and Vietnam. Photos can be found on the following blog pages:
www.meganddadchina.blospot.com
www.meganddadvietnam.blogspot.com

Australia

I have now been back in Australia for about 6 weeks. For those of you who do not know, I am currently working as a boarding supervisor at a girls’ high school in Ipswich. This requires me to “live in” at the school 4 nights a week. It is a long way from practicing law or teaching English in China, but may just create another interesting chapter in my life! I don’t plan to be doing this job indefinitely though. I am hoping to get into a graduate trainee program with the department of immigration in Canberra next year. I have had an interview and I am waiting to hear if I have been accepted. I should find out within the next few weeks. If so, I will continue to work at the boarding house until the end of the year and then move to Canberra for the traineeship. If not, I will have to reassess my future before embarking on my next adventure.

Thanks for being loyal readers. All of the photos to illustrate my stories are contained on my photo blogs. If you want to see them all, make sure you click on the archives in each blog. To get from one photo blog to another, click on “View complete profile” and you will find the links to the other blogs at the bottom of my profile.

Friday, June 30, 2006

The Final Chapter

I can’t believe that I have been reporting on my travels and adventures in Africa and China for over 2 years and now it is down to the final chapter. Well, I do still have a month of travelling left before I reach Australian shores once again, so perhaps this is the penultimate chapter.

Tomorrow morning I will be leaving Huaian and saying goodbye to my life as an English teacher in China. It is all a bit surreal at the moment. My friend, Betty, is coming with me to meet my father in Chengdu in Sichuan (Szechuan) province. We will stay in Chengdu for a few days, then Betty will leave us to come back to Huaian and Dad and I will be travelling on to Yunnan province for a week, then on to Vietnam for just over 2 weeks. I will be flying back to Australia from Ho Chi Minh City (Saigon) and landing in Brisbane on the morning of 31 July. That is, as long as Dad and I don’t get arrested or meet some other calamity along the way!

I have no idea what the future will hold for me back in Oz. Currently, I will be returning to Australia with no money and no job! At the end of my last chapter I told you that I had been applying for jobs in Australia but, to date, nothing solid has eventuated. I was pinning my hopes on being accepted for the 2007 intake of graduate trainees in the Department of Foreign Affairs and Trade (DFAT). I lodged my application back in April and was notified in mid-May that, out of nearly 2000 applicants, I had been one of 300 selected to sit for the written exam. I went to Shanghai at the end of May to sit the exam, but was not particularly confident about my performance. My feeling proved fortuitous, as I received an email this morning informing me that I had not been selected to go through to the interview round of the application process. It was very disappointing news, but at least now I can go on my travels and not be worried that I might be called back to Australia for an interview!

Anyway, back to the story of my life in Huaian. My last chapter was written after the May holiday when I met Anthony & Sue in Shanghai and went travelling with Mum and Nana. Not much has happened since then other than a few nights out on the town.

I went to Shanghai to sit the DFAT exam at the end of May and arranged to meet with my friend, JP, from the Africa trip. He had been working in Hong Kong and was between jobs so he decided to take a trip to the mainland. We spent the weekend in Shanghai and, given that it is around the 10th time that I have been to Shanghai, I acted as local tour guide and took him to all the places of interest.

On Sunday afternoon we got on a bus back to Huaian. I had picked up some cheese in Shanghai (real cheese cannot be bought in Huaian), so I invited the usual suspects around to my place for wine and cheese that night.

The next morning I went to class and left JP to sleep. I came back to meet him for lunch, then took him to my afternoon class. The students were very excited to see another foreigner and, given that my students are mostly female, were especially excited to see that my foreign friend was a male. I introduced JP to the class and told them they could ask him questions for a few minutes. Of course, the girls tittered nervously, their faces went red and they were mostly too shy to ask questions. There were whispers of “oh, so handsome” floating around the classroom. I had told JP not to get a big head about this because any young foreign male appears to be “so handsome” to the Chinese girls, as indeed is every young foreign woman “beautiful”, including me! Anyway, there were some standard questions like “Where do you come from?” and “What do you do?” and “What do you think of China?” Then, of course, came the expected question (and I had warned JP to expect this), “Is Meagan your girlfriend?” Answer – “No”. Question – “Do you want Meagan to be your girlfriend?”. Answer – “No”. Question – “Why don’t you want Meagan to be your girlfriend?” Answer (very admirably handled by JP I thought) – “Meagan is a very good friend but we live too far apart”. Comment – “That doesn’t matter, I think she should be your girlfriend”.

I thought it best to cut the questions off there and JP sat in the back of the class while I taught the lesson. Later I recruited him to demonstrate a dialogue with me, and he received a spontaneous round of applause for his effort. Now he has experienced first hand how you can be King or Queen in a city like this!

That night we met with the usual suspects to show JP a night on the town in Huaian. First we ordered a feast at one of our regular “better” restaurants and paid about the same price for dinner and drinks for 8 people as JP would pay for 2 beers in Hong Kong. Next we went to the local ten pin bowling alley for a spot of drunken bowling. Then it was off to the Boss club to experience the bouncing dance floor and pole dancing. Next the boys piled into one pedicab and Colleen & I got in another for the short but vocal ride to the Last Chance Bar where we sang some karaoke and played some drinking games. And last it was off to the zoo (or near the zoo) for some late night BBQ. I can’t remember what time we stumbled back to my place, but I do remember struggling to get out of bed for my early morning class that day!

I struggled through my morning classes then went back home to meet a refreshed JP for lunch, although I had to take a power nap first. In the afternoon I took JP to the DVD store to pick up a bunch of pirated movies for peanuts and then to show him the local sights, um sorry, sight, which did not take long! Time has faded my memory but I think we had a reasonably early night after the frivolity of the night before.

On Wednesday morning, I took JP to the bus station and got him on a bus to Nanjing where he was to take a flight to Guilin.

On the Saturday of the next weekend, Bill and Mark decided to throw their going away party, despite the fact that it was still a month before their intended departure. This time I could only manage to get together about 7 or 8 students to come to the party but, luckily, Bill and Mark had finally provided their own guests and the party was quite a success until about 10:00pm when most of the student guests left to go back to their dormitories. I had bought some fireworks so, at about 10:30, the remaining guests (15 or so people) climbed up to the roof of Bill’s apartment block and set off the fireworks. It was a bit dangerous up on the roof at night because Chinese building standards are pretty low and most of us had been drinking. Fortunately, there were no casualties and the fireworks were impressive. I don’t think the neighbours were all that impressed though. After the fireworks, we made our way to the zoo for another late night BBQ (although a bit earlier this time) and the die-hards (the foreigners) then hit the Last Chance bar again.

By this time, it was nearing the end of the school year and so preparations had to be made for exams; plans for travel had to be made and preparations for leaving started to hit full speed. And right about the same time, world cup football fever hit. Now, I have never watched much soccer, but anytime Australia is playing in a world event my patriotism and nationalism outweighs my interest in the game. Although I am the only Australian in Huaian and I am completely outnumbered by the Americans, I managed to convince them to support Australia.

The Chinese are soccer mad, despite the fact that they can’t play the sport and did not make the world cup. The Chinese also hate the Japanese. Australia’s first round match was against Japan. Colleen, Jeff, Betty, John, Change and Island came to my place to watch the match and we were all very excited when Australia came back from 1-0 down to win 3-1 in the last 10 minutes. And the fact that Australia beat Japan made me somewhat of a local hero in the school for a day.

The win spurred on some football fever amongst our small group, so, for the next match against Brazil, we bought t-shirts and adorned them with Australian flags and slogans in English and Chinese and attended a local café/bar to watch the match. It was fun despite the fact that all the Chinese patrons were supporting Brazil, and Australia lost the match. We made the local newspaper for our effort.

The third match against Croatia was at 3:00am and I could not convince anyone to stay up and watch it when we all had classes the next day, so I went to bed early and set the alarm to get up and watch it on my own. The 2-2 draw was enough to see us through to the top 16 and the knock-out round which was played at 11:00pm on Monday night.

The troops were martialled and we went back to the café/bar to support the Aussie’s against Italy. I am sure I don’t need to remind you all of the dramatic ending to the match and the result. Suffice to say that when that penalty was kicked with a few seconds to go, my head went down into my hands and I cried like a baby. Really. What a way to go!

And that brings you all up to date with my final weeks in Huaian. This week has been a frenzy of reporting grades, packing and cleaning, so nothing much to tell. There have been a few frustrating episodes of inefficiencies in trying to get things done, like taking half a day and 4 trips to various offices around the school just to get back 26 RMB (AU$4) from my bus card. I was tempted to abandon the effort but I really need the money! Trying to book a plane ticket from Nanjing to Chengdu was also a drama, but it has been done now and I am out of here tomorrow so I am not going to dwell on it anymore!

You can view the photos from the drunken bowling, the farewell party and the world cup matches on these blogs:-

meginhuaian.blogspot.com
megspartyphotos.blogspot.com

To everyone back in Australia, I look forward to seeing you all in August. To all my family and friends in other parts of the world, I will send you the final chapter then.

Take Care

Meagan

Sunday, May 07, 2006

Spring Picnics and Holidays

How time flies! It has been almost 2 months since the last chapter of my book and the snow is now long behind me and spring is turning into summer. Spring is probably the nicest time of year in China; the weather is warmish but not hot, the grass is green and the flowers blooming. Unfortunately, the spring season is too short. And in Huaian, the temperature is still a little cool, requiring the continued use of layers. The weather here in Spring can sometimes be like Melbourne weather – 4 seasons in one day!

There is a park near my school called “Peach Blossom Park”. Obviously, it is famous for the peach (and other) trees which blossom in spring. I had been to this park twice before during late autumn and winter when the trees were bare and the park bereft of people because of the cold weather. In early April, Betty suggested we go on a picnic to the park. The Chinese “picnic” is quite different to the Australian picnic.

It was a little overcast and humid on the Sunday we had settled on for the picnic, but we thought the rain would hold out. Early Sunday morning we headed to the supermarket to buy the essentials – marinated chicken wings, beef and pork shish kebabs, sausages (but not like our bbq sausages – more like processed hotdog sausages!), eggplant, cauliflower, mushroom, cucumber, fruit, potato chips, peanuts, drinks, etc. Betty was in charge; I just followed her around with the trolley.

Then we went back to my place where we met with the other guests – Bill, Mark, Colleen, Jeff, Betty’s friend, Rain and Betty’s boyfriend. Apparently the eggplant, cauliflower and mushroom were all for barbecuing so these had to be washed and chopped and made ready to be skewered. The cucumber was also washed and chopped and put into a bowl with garlic to be served as a “salad”.

After the preparations were complete, we headed out to catch taxis to the park. Betty’s boyfriend works, in some capacity, for the local government parks and gardens department so he used his guanxi (connections) to get us into the park for free. That saved each of us a whopping 6 yuan (AU$1)! On entering the park, it became plainly obvious that all of Huaian had the same idea as us. Oh, the crowds! Finding a space to throw down the plastic ground sheet (actually a plastic table covering, but everyone else was using the same thing – no such thing as picnic blankets in China) was a bit of a nightmare.

This particular park has BBQs available for use, but no coal or wood or anything. Apparently you have to bring your own. In any event, there were no BBQs available given the crowds of people. There was a little make-shift stall set up where you could rent a mini coal-fired BBQ, but we had to wait for 2 hours before one became available. We tried to skooch in on the BBQ of a group of 30 students, but all they had was naked flame and no coal, so that was unsuccessful. Instead, we ate the snacks and drank some beer until a BBQ became available.

Whilst it was nice to be outdoors and enjoying a picnic, I can’t say that the environment was particularly pleasant. In addition to the masses of people, there were also masses of rubbish, which, in typical Chinese fashion, was dumped anywhere and everywhere with no intention of cleaning it up or removing it when they finished. And there were no soft grassy areas to enjoy your picnic; any grass that may have grown had long ago been trampled into oblivion by the masses.

After lunch, we took a stroll around the park to look at the peach blossoms. However, it appears that the peach blossom season is very short because there were very few blossoms left on the trees. Of course, this wasn’t helped by the fact that the locals were picking the blossoms from the trees!

In the late afternoon we took a raft boat up river to a new park. The journey upstream took about 45 minutes. It was pleasant, but I was over it by about the 15 minute mark. At the next park we played frisbee, badminton and 3-legged races before it started to rain lightly, so we thought it best to pack up and head home.

You can find some pictures of the picnic in the park at www.meginhuaian.blogspot.com

The next weekend Jeff, Colleen and I went to Yangzhou for the weekend. Jeff and Colleen have quickly realised that Huaian is a bit of a hole, and they were keen to get away for the weekend. They asked me for suggestions and invited me to go with them. I suggested Yangzhou. I had been to Yangzhou in Oct/Nov 2004, but it was a very brief trip so I was happy to go again. As Chinese cities go, Yangzhou is quite nice and has a lovely, scenic area called “Slim West Lake” which is really more like a series of canals than a lake.

I managed to use my (still very basic) Chinese to get the bus tickets, take public transport, book a hotel, order food, etc. The only downer was that both Jeff and I came down with a head cold so our night life was a bit lacking.

The most exciting part of the weekend was my street brawl with a pedicab driver. On the Sunday, I suggested to J&C that we take a pedicab to one of the gardens. So I negotiated with a pedicab driver for two bikes to take us to the gardens. (You can only fit two people in one pedicab, so we needed two). He understood where we wanted to go and that we wanted two bikes. I then said, in Chinese of course, 6 yuan for two bikes. (In other words, 3 yuan each bike). He agreed and told his mate the deal. So we set off on our journey. However, when we got to the destination the driver tried to tell me that I had agreed to pay them 6 yuan each. Now this guy was just trying to rip us off, because there is no way any (Chinese) person would pay 12 yuan for 2 pedicabs when we could all go in a taxi for 7 yuan. Now 6 yuan is AU$1 and 12 yuan is AU$2, so we are not talking about huge sums of money; but that’s not the point! There is no way he misunderstood me; he was just trying to take me for a ride, so to speak.

Anyway, I gave him 10 yuan and wanted the change. He was telling me I had to give him another 2 yuan. I refused. He started yelling at me and I started arguing with him, but my Chinese is pretty limited so all I could say was. “I said this… and you said that...”. I just kept repeating it, getting a little angrier and a little louder each time. I told the guy to keep the 10 yuan and split it between the 2 of them, but he was getting anymore. By this time a crowd was starting to form around us and J&C were just standing around in stunned silence because they didn’t really know what was going on. I walked away from the pedicabs to the ticket office, beckoning J&C to come with me. At this time, the 2nd driver decided to get in on the action, probably because the first guy was keeping my 10 yuan and not giving him any. He followed me to the ticket office and continued to shout at me in Chinese, so I continued to shout back, “I said this, he said that…”.

In the midst of the arguing, a young girl came up to me and offered to be our “guide” in the garden for a fee. She clearly spoke English, as did others, but no-one was making any attempt to help me with the pesky pedicab driver.

I bought the tickets then beckoned J&C, who were still looking on in stunned silence, to follow me in through the gates and into the garden. But the pedicab driver blocked my entry and continued to yell at me. The ticket collectors and gate guards were doing nothing; just watching. I tried to go in through the gates but the man put up his arm and blocked me. At this point, I blew my top. I yelled at him, in English, “Don’t you touch me, don’t you push me, you are just trying to rip me off because I am a tourist”. And then I proceeded to put both hands on his chest and give him an almighty shove so that he was off balance and I pushed past him into the garden. J&C followed me. And that was that. The show was over and the crowd dispersed.

Through much of this, Jeff had left his movie camera rolling although it was pointed at the ground. You can’t see anything, but you can certainly hear the argument. Unfortunately, I am not computer savvy enough to be able to compress the file to attach it to an email, so you will just have to make do with my story.

Photos of the Yangzhou trip can be found at www.meginhuaian.blogspot.com

The following week my mother arrived in China and came to Huaian to visit me. Fortunately, my Uncle and his (Chinese) wife were in Shanghai at the same time, so Rose helped Mum to get a bus in Shanghai and I met her at the other end. She now admits that, without Rose’s help in Shanghai, it is unlikely that she would have been able to get herself to Huaian.

Mum stayed in Huaian for 2 nights. On the night of her arrival, around 8pm, I brought her back to my apartment where Betty was cooking dinner. After dinner, we went to one of the upmarket public shower places. Given it was a week night, and quite late by the time we arrived at the shower place, it was not very crowded. In fact, apart from the staff members, there were only a few other women in the showers. We had a shower and a scrub/massage. Mum also had a milk bath in an individual wood bath. Then we put on the pyjamas and went upstairs to the recreation room for half an hour or so. Mum says she really enjoyed the experience. Colleen came with us too and she said it was the best shower she had ever had. You certainly feel very clean when you leave the shower place, but the dirt and grime quickly attaches itself to you again once you are out in the open air!

I had rearranged my classes so that I only had 1 class in the afternoon on the Thursday. So, on Thursday morning, I put Mum on my neighbour’s bike and we went for a bike ride around the town. Unfortunately, there was a small accident. It was nearing peak hour (lunch time) and we were riding down the main road to the city centre. The traffic was starting to get quite thick and a lady on a 3 wheeled trailer-bike was riding in the wrong direction towards Mum. Apparently, Mum tried to move in behind me, but the trailer-bike clipped her back wheel, pushing her front wheel into my back wheel and causing Mum to lose her balance and fall of f the bike. She bruised her hip and her hand, but she was generally alright. I, of course, felt terribly guilty for putting my 61 year old mother on a bike in China!

That afternoon, Mum attended my class and spoke to my students for awhile. They asked her all sorts of questions. As usual, they asked her to sing. She refused. They asked quite a few questions about me, particularly about why I wasn’t married yet. One boy said, “We all know Meagan is still single, are you going to force her to marry?”

On Friday, we met with Betty, her boyfriend, her mother and her aunt for lunch. It was a bit awkward given that none of them (except Betty) can speak English. They had bought some duck and offered it to Mum and I. We just ate a wing each and left the stomachs for them!

After lunch we got on a bus and headed back to Shanghai where we met up with my grandmother. My friends, Anthony & Sue, were also in Shanghai for a law conference at that time, so we spent the next few days in and around Shanghai.

On the Monday, Anthony & Sue, Mum & I decided to go on a day trip to Suzhou, which is famous for its gardens. Suzhou is about 45 minutes by train from Shanghai. Getting soft seat tickets on the train from Shanghai to Suzhou was quite easy. However, getting the return tickets at Suzhou was not so easy. I have told you before, there is virtually no such thing as buying a return ticket in China. So, once you get to your destination, the first thing you need to do is buy the return ticket. The crowds at the train station in Suzhou were huge. Surprisingly, the people seemed to be forming reasonably orderly queues. So, I waited in line to buy the return tickets. At one point I started to get a bit concerned that I might not be in the right queue to buy tickets to Shanghai, but, as it turned out, I was. I was quite proud of myself to have been able to successfully get my Mum and friends to and from Suzhou. The only hitch was that I bought hard seat tickets instead of soft seat tickets on the way back. Oh well; it didn’t really matter for a 45 minute journey.

On Tuesday evening, Anthony & Sue left Shanghai to return to Australia and Mum, Nana & I boarded an overnight train (soft sleeper) to Beijing. We spent 5 nights in Beijing and saw all of the sights – the Great Wall, the Ming Tombs, Tiananmen Square, the Forbidden City, the Temple of Heaven, the Lama Temple, the Summer Palace, the Giant Panda zoo, a Peking duck dinner and acrobatic show.

We saw all of these sights on guided day tours which, unfortunately, involved a lot of travel time going from hotel to hotel to pick up passengers and also many stops at shops and factories where the tour company could pick up a commission if we purchased.

On the two free days we had, I took Mum and Nana to the Silk Street markets, the hutong areas and Beihai park. On the Sunday, when we were walking around, Mum and Nana took up an offer for a street massage as they both had sore backs from the hard beds. I asked the massage guy “How much?” and he said 20 yuan. I asked him “How long?” and he said 20 minutes. So Mum and Nana sat on stools next to a small lake and had a street massage. I didn’t have one, despite being constantly pestered by other people offering massages.

They had their neck massaged, then their arms, then their head, then their back. I did not have a watch, but I was starting to think that this was an extraordinarily long 20 minutes. When the guy started on Mum’s leg, I asked her how long it had been and she said 40 minutes. I started to get worried that we were about to be ripped off, so I said to the guy, “You said 20 yuan”. He nodded his head and kept massaging, so I said, “How long?”. He said “20 minutes” and kept massaging. So I said, “You said 20 yuan for 20 minutes but it has been 40 minutes. We are only going to give you 20 yuan”. He muttered something indecipherable, as did the guy massaging Nana. I asked again but could not understand the words. However, they pointed at the neck and said 20, then pointed at the arms and said 20 and so on. I realised they were going to try to charge 20 yuan for each body part so I told them, “don’t want; no more” and told Mum and Nana to stand up. I held out a 50 yuan note to the first guy but he wouldn’t take it and they were both blabbering at me in a slightly raised voice. I went into the same routine that I had used in Yangzhou of “I said this, you said that…” but they just kept blabbering at me. So I put the 50 yuan note on the chair and said, in English, “take it or leave it” and walked off with Mum & Nana following me. The two guys and their cronies were still blabbering at me when we walked off but they didn’t try to follow us.

Anyway, Mum and Nana said it was a great massage, even if they only got half of one leg done!

Mum left China from Beijing on labour day. The 5 days in Beijing were very enjoyable. The crowds at the places of interest were reasonably large, but not too bad. Thankfully, on the weekend before Labour Day, many people were still working or studying to "make-up" for the 7 day holiday which officially started on the Monday. However, come the Monday, it was a different story.

Mum left for the airport in the wee hours of the morning. Nana and I did not leave on our train for Hangzhou until 3:50 that afternoon. So we decided to brave Tiananmen Square for the May Day festivities. Once we got there, however, we changed our mind. Instead we walked up to Wangfujing (pedestrian shopping street) where the crowds were also huge, had a beer and some very ordinary food and headed back to the hotel. The beer, at least, was very cold and went down well. It was quite warm, even hot, in Beijing, particularly on labour day.

The train trip to Hangzhou was overnight and was uneventful. We were met at the train station the next morning by our local guide and got straight into the sight seeing. The west lake in Hangzhou is very beautiful but our enjoyment of it, unfortunately, was marred by the hordes of people. We saw some other sights that day which were equally overrun with Chinese tourists. Not surprisingly, there were very few foreign tourists. (They had heeded the warnings not to travel during the golden weeks in China - May day holiday and October national day holiday). The next day we visited the water town of Wuzhen. From what we could see of Wuzhen it was very pleasant, quaint and full of character. Just don't visit during golden week or your view will mostly be of the backs and heads of Chinese tourists.

On Thursday the 4th Nana and I headed back to Shanghai on the train. We met with Rose (my Uncle's wife) and, after a quick lunch, I handed Nana over to Rose and made my way to the bus station for my bus back to Huaian, arriving home around 8pm that night.

You can find photos of the May holiday trip with Mum & Nana at www.megsmayholiday.blogspot.com

I spent the weekend unpacking, washing and sleeping and then got back into the swing of classes on Monday. Just 7 weeks of teaching to go!

So, that pretty much puts you up to date with my life and adventures. For those of you who don’t know, I will be heading back to Australia after my contract here expires at the end of June. It has been a very rewarding, although sometimes extremely challenging, (almost) 2 years in China, but I am ready to go home. At least, for now!

I have been applying for jobs in Australia but there is nothing definite yet. I will let you know if and when something happens on the job front. I don’t know whether there will be another chapter of my book between now and then. I guess it depends on what happens and whether there are any other interesting stories to tell.

Take Care

Meagan

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Back on the Bike

The weather is finally starting to warm up so I got back on the bike again last week. The poor thing had a bit of a flat from disuse, but nothing my local street-repairer bike man could not fix quickly. I think I might have overdone it on my second day back on the bike though. That ride out to the new campus is longer than I remember, and the hill on the bridge much steeper! Anyway, I had a nice ride to the park with Betty the weekend before last, a few rides to the supermarket and local shops through the week, 2 rides out and back from the new campus, 1 ride to the beauty salon and a night ride to a St Pat’s Day party, from which I was incapable of riding back again so had to collect the bike 2 days later!

Anyway, 2 or 3 weeks ago we had another snowfall overnight. It was the third snowfall of the winter season and, I am sure this time, it was the last. It came at a bit of an inconvenient time as I had just, the day before, given my winter coat to my Uncle when he visited. (There is a story there, but I will tell it a bit later). But the weather warmed up again immediately after the snowfall, almost got positively hot 2 weekends ago, then cold again, but no snow, and now it is getting warm enough to only wear 3 layers!

Being back on local transport and my bike, I began to once again observe the local traffic chaos. It really is impossible to describe the chaos on the roads in cities like this. It is not so much the cars; more the bicycles, pedicabs, motorbikes, mopeds, electric bicycles, all manner of 3 or 4 wheeled small trailer-like vehicle piled high and helter skelter with all manner of goods, and, of course, pedestrians, all jockeying for position and failing to observe any road rules at all. Recently though, I have observed a stronger presence of traffic police on the roads at peak chaos hour. Of course, everyone just ignores the traffic police and continue to operate their vehicle without the slightest bit of consideration for anyone else on the road ….. or the footpath. The traffic police stand in the middle of the road ( I hope they get danger pay!) and ineffectually blow their whistle while people whiz around them and, sometimes, almost through them, just managing to swerve at the last moment. I watched one woman get off a bus and cross into the middle of the road. The policeman blew furiously on his whistle, but she kept crossing. She had to wait in the middle of the road for passing cars, which allowed the policeman time to walk up to her. He started berating her and blowing his whistle in her face; she just steadfastly looked ahead, ignored him apart from a cheeky smile, and continued to cross the road. What can you do?

So, it is now week 5 of my 4th term of teaching English in China, and this is the busiest teaching schedule I have had. I now teach 20 hours each week, and 24 hours every 2nd week. However, I am only contracted to work 18 hours, so anything over that I get paid over time. Given that this is my last term of teaching before heading back to Oz, I am taking the opportunity to earn a little more cash for the trip back in July. That many teaching hours in a week is quite tiring though, and certainly more than what I have been used to!

The number of foreign teachers in Huaian has remained about the same, despite the fact that Nick & Katie, Glen and Roger have all departed. There have been 4 new arrivals to take their place. I think I mentioned to you in my last email that they are all Americans, so now Irish Mark and I are well out-numbered. (Our little nations do like to compete after all – well, Australians like to compete, the Irish just like drinking; whereas we Australians can do both!)

Anyway, David, 57, divorced with 2 daughters, from Boston; and Mike, estimated to be in his mid-late 50’s, family status presently unknown, from South Carolina (or is it North?) have come to my school to take the place of Glen and Roger. Their gender and age difference has done nothing to improve my social situation here, so once again I have to throw my lot in with the young crowd. Jeff, 24 of Mexican descent, and Colleen, 26, a couple from California, have come to take the place of Nick and Katie. Whilst, so far, not appearing to be as party-oriented as Nick & Katie, and certainly unable to claim to be able to drink as much as them, they are very nice people and proved themselves to be worthy members of the “young’ns” at a recent St Patrick’s Day party. (More about that soon).

At the end of February, my uncle (Jeff) and his fiancé (now wife), Rose, came to visit me in Huaian. They stayed for 2 nights and we had a nice day on the Saturday, visiting Huaian’s only tourist destination, the Zhou Enlai memorial and former residence. Of course, not many foreign people know who Zhou Enlai is, so it is mostly a destination for Chinese tourists, but I have managed to visit it 3 times so far.

On their second, and last, night we went to a BBQ hot pot restaurant with Betty and her boyfriend, John. Whilst it was still cold outside, it was quite hot inside the restaurant with all the hot pots boiling away, so we all took off our coats and put them over the back of our seats. When we went to leave the restaurant, Jeff’s coat had disappeared. Now, how this happened, we are at a loss to know. He was sitting on his seat all night. Betty and I were facing him and we didn’t see anyone take it, or even any suspicious looking characters. It is a mystery. One of the ladies at the table next to us, on hearing that Jeff’s coat was missing, told us that she had seen a suspicious looking person near our table and one over by the stairs earlier in the evening, but didn’t actually see anyone take the coat.

We went down stairs to the front desk and reported the loss to the manager. Rather than say anything consoling to us about the theft of the coat, or offer to write a report or call the police, she instead assaulted us with a surly look and an even surlier attitude and informed us that “it was not her fault” and “we should have looked after our things better”. This attitude did not go down well with us, although I was not necessarily surprised. It seems that it is a common phenomenon in China to attempt to avoid responsibility at all costs and try to throw the blame on someone else. The prevailing attitude of “it’s not my fault” also translates into “it’s not my job”. Jeff said a few words in frustration to the manager, but my guess is she did not understand the content (given he was speaking in English), but I am sure she understood the meaning!

Anyway, Jeff thought he might like to claim his coat on insurance, in which case he needed to report it to the police. So, John called the police and told them that there was a foreign businessman in town and, on his first night in the city, his coat and belongings had been stolen. The police, who say they are very concerned for the welfare of foreigners in Huaian, said they would send someone to the restaurant straight away.

Sure enough, 10 minutes later the police arrived and, after a quick complaint about the attitude of the manager, the police walked into the restaurant and berated her in front of the staff and customers. They apparently told her she should speak more politely to foreigners and apologise. Interestingly, this did nothing to change her surly expression and, a bit like the pedestrian crossing the road, she completely ignored the policeman.

So, the policemen invited us to the police station across the road to make a report. It was quite an event to have foreigners at the police station. They constantly assured us that they (the police) and the city government were very concerned about our interests and welfare. However, they were unable to make an official report of the incident, because it is the foreign affairs department which is responsible for all things foreign, so the police had to report the matter to that department! By this time, there were 10 or so police officers or station staff crowded into the little room, surrounding us and listening avidly to what was going on. Jeff was describing his losses, through Rose as translator. It was beginning to remind me of the time in Zimbabwe when Dad and I were surrounded by police and guards except, fortunately, there was a distinct absence of guns this time.

Next, Jeff & Rose were asked to go into another room, to do what, I am not sure. While they were gone, Betty, John & I were asked to get in the police car. Immediately, memories of Zimbabwe resurfaced, and I asked “What for?”, but no-one could tell me. As it turned out, the police drove out of the drive-way, did a turn across the traffic and pulled up in front of the restaurant 10 metres up the road. We then went back into the restaurant where the police wanted to photograph the “crime scene”. By this time, there were only a few customers left in the restaurant, and the table we had been sitting at had been wiped clean, so I am not sure what they were photographing. After a few minutes and a few questions, we were back in the police car for the 10 metre drive back to the station. Betty was quite excited as this was her first time at a police station, let alone in a police car, so she wished I had my camera to take a photo! I told her that I am quite an old-hand at dealing with police after my Africa trip.

Back at the police station and Jeff & Rose had finished whatever it was they were doing in the other room. Just a few more questions and then it was time to go, but not before Jeff had to give his fingerprints. We were a bit mystified by this, and tried to explain that in our country it is the criminals, not the victims, who give the fingerprints.

Anyway, this explains why the next day, and the day before the last snowfall, I gave my winter coat to Jeff. He was lacking a coat and I thought I had seen the last of the bitterly cold weather, so thought this was a good way to get my big, bulky winter coat back to Australia. Of course, I was not to know that it would decide to turn cold and snow the next day!
Last Friday was St Patrick’s Day. Given that we have a genuine Irishmen living in Huaian, the day could not pass without a party. Mark had decorated is home with green balloons, leprechauns and Irish flags. Unfortunately though, there is no Guiness in Huaian, so we had to settle for the local beer, red wine, and baijiu (Chinese potent white spirit).

The party was quite small: just the gang of 5 (with Colleen & Jeff replacing Nick & Katie), Betty, 3 of my male students and a gaggle of girls that Irish Mark had picked up at the teacher’s college. American Mark accompanied the girls from the teacher’s college; however, they arrived early, didn’t drink, didn’t dance, holed themselves up in the back room and left early, taking American Mark with them. The rest of us had a good time though. My students bravely sampled each of the alcoholic beverages on offer, but had to leave by 10pm to get back before their curfew. The gang of 5 and Betty partied on for awhile, before Irish Mark’s neighbours started hanging their heads out of the window and yelling at him to turn the music down. Then, after midnight some time, the 6 of us headed off to the late night BBQ place to initiate Jeff & Colleen into the group. (You cannot be a fully fledged member until you have been to the late night BBQ after a party). We got a bit lost on the way with me telling the taxi driver to “take us to the animals”. I actually meant the zoo, as the BBQ place is next to the zoo, but instead of saying “dongwu yuan”, which means “animal park” or “zoo”, I just said “dongwu” which means “animals”. Bill, whose Chinese is better than mine, appeared incapable of clarifying the directions. Anyway, we eventually got there, ordered piles of BBQ lamb and beef as well as chilli snails, and a few more beers. Irish Mark was, by this time, well inebriated and spent the whole time sleeping with his head on the table. (Photos of the St Patrick’s day party are on my blog – www.megspartyphotos.blogspot.com).

Cheers

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Chinese New Year in Hong Kong

The big news from Huaian is that we had a great snow fall here on Sunday, 5 February! It snowed all afternoon and into the night and turned this (rather plain) city into a lovely, white, winter wonderland. I got very excited! After all, if it is going to be this cold for such a sustained period of time, then a little bit of snow is not much to ask for. It did snow a couple of times back in early January, but the pitiful effort of the snow God was not really worth writing about. This time, however, the snow actually covered everything and was at least a couple of inches deep. But 2 days later, and the sun came out again, and my winter wonderland is beginning to melt…

So, it has been about a month since my last chapter and much has happened in that time. There have been many leaving parties, as the end of the semester marked the departure of all the Australian, NZ and English foreign teachers and left me here in Huaian with nothing but Americans and 1 Irish guy. (With at least 4 new Americans arriving soon!)

Then, of course, it was Chinese Lunar New Year (CNY), which falls in late January/early February and which the Chinese call the Spring Festival. (No idea why they call it the spring festival when, in fact, it falls in winter and is actually the coldest time of the year!). The spring festival coincides with the school’s one month winter vacation, which, for me, means travelling time. And it was off to Hong Kong for me. But more about that later.

So, with the leaving parties and then the trip to Hong Kong for CNY, the festive season continued for me. At the end of my last chapter, I was with cold and without voice. Whilst I did recover for awhile, I am again with cold and without voice!

But before I get into the details of the continuing festive season, let me first tell you about the saga of trying to obtain a new bank ATM card after mine was stolen on NYE in Nanjing.

So I got back to Huaian after NYE in Nanjing and, the next day, took a student with me to my bank to cancel my card and apply for a new one. I warned my student that I was expecting the bank clerk to tell me “it is impossible” because that is the first response you get from anyone you ask anything of in China. So I told him to be prepared to be polite but insistent.

Sure enough, that is the response we got. In fact, my friend was told that, because the account was opened in Yancheng, I had to go back to Yancheng to cancel the card and obtain a new card. Apparently, even though this is supposed to be a national bank from which I can access my money anywhere in China, they can’t actually give me a new card or transfer my money from a Yancheng account to a Huaian account. Not only could I not apply for a new card, but they would not even make the phone call to the Yancheng bank to cancel the old card. I insisted that my friend argue with them and make a fuss until somebody actually did something, but despite him diligently pursuing my requests for about an hour, the bank would not budge. Suffice to say, whilst my Chinese friend continued to be polite but insistent, my own attitude degenerated considerably.

I had my friend ask for the manager but, because it was a holiday, there were no managers on duty. So then I asked my friend to obtain the name of the manager so that I could have the foreign affairs department take the matter up further with the manager. This, of course, presented a further problem; the bank clerk did not want to give me the manager’s name, because, if the manager “lost face” then she would be in trouble for giving me his name. Finally, we got the manager’s name and left, with me promising, through my translator, to get the foreign affairs department on to this ridiculous situation.

I immediately went to my school’s foreign affairs department and explained the situation to Mrs Dai. I told her that it was “impossible” for me to go to Yancheng at the present time because I have final classes and then exams over the next week. I also told her that I thought the whole situation was ridiculous and used the example – “What if I had moved to Urumuqi (far, far, west China)? Would I still be required to return to Yancheng to access my bank account?” I told her that I wanted her to find a way to get me a new card to access my bank account without the need to go to Yancheng. She is actually a fairly powerful player in “the party”, so if anyone could pull some strings, she could. She told me she would make some phone calls and get back to me.

Later that afternoon I received an email from Mrs Dai informing me that she had spoken to the bank manager and that there would be no problem getting a new card but I had to wait 7-10 days for the bank to do some “correlative” work on my stolen card. She asked me to give her some information, which I did.

10 days later I went to see Mrs Dai and asked her what I needed to do to get my new card. She said she would accompany me to the bank to apply for the new card. So, off we went to the bank, but, lo and behold, apparently I have to go to Yancheng to get a new card for my bank account! All this bank can do is open a new account and give me a new card. Fat lot of good that does me when all of my money is in the Yancheng account. I was pretty pissed off at this stage, because I had been without money for 10 days, and was leaving to go to Hong Kong at the end of the week, and I was no better off than I had been 10 days before. So I had a bit of a spat with Mrs Dai in the bank, causing her to lose face, told her that she had done nothing for me and the situation was *** ridiculous, and then stormed out of the bank, leaving her in there. (I think the frustrations of living in China may be getting to me!)

I had been told on many occasions that Mrs Dai is a bit of spiteful woman and could make my life in Huaian a misery, so I was sort of regretting my outburst. That evening, Mrs Dai was hosting a dinner to farewell Glen and Roger. When we arrived at the restaurant it was just us (the foreign teachers) and Mrs Dai. But she acted as if nothing had happened, so I did the same. In fact, during dinner she mentioned to me that she was seeking authority from her superior to take me to Yancheng later that week and assist me with closing the account and transferring my money to a Huaian account. Well, miracles will never cease, I, of course, politely accepted the offer of assistance.

So, later that week, Mrs Dai and I took a road trip to Yancheng to sort out my bank account. I won’t bore you with the details, suffice to say that I now have a new card to access my bank account; although the account remains in Yancheng, so there could be further dramas in the future!

So, with access to my bank account again, it was time to head off to Hong Kong for CNY. My English friends, Nick and Katie (N&K) were on their way to Australia and NZ via Hong Kong, Thailand and Bali, so they invited me to join them in Hong Kong. Not wanting to break up the “Huai’an young’uns” just yet, Bill and Mark (B&M) also planned to meet up with us in Honk Kong for CNY.

The foreign affairs liaison at N&K’s school (Martin) arranged the transport for us to Hong Kong. We were supposed to get a bus from Huaian to Shanghai and then a direct train from Shanghai to Hong Kong. However, in typical Chinese fashion, nothing was simple and the plans changed time and again. According to Martin, despite telling N&K the opposite all semester, there were no direct trains from Shanghai to Hong Kong. This, of course, was not true, but communicating with Chinese people and getting accurate information is no easier now than when I first arrived 18 months ago. Everything is “impossible”, the information (if you get it at all) changes constantly and everyone you ask tells you a different story.

Anyway, in the end, Martin booked us tickets on a bus from Huaian to Nanjing airport, and then a flight from Nanjing to Guangzhou, at a reasonable price. Of course, Guangzhou is still on the mainland and we still had to get from there to Hong Kong. We were a bit worried about this because in Guangzhou they speak Cantonese, not Mandarin. Our flight arrived in Guangzhou at 7:30pm; Martin had told us that we could get a direct train from Guangzhou to Hong Kong at 9:30pm, but on past history we were not sure whether to believe him. We had no idea how to get to the train station from the airport. And we had been told time and again that spring festival is the busiest travel time for Chinese people and getting train tickets to any destination on the day you want to travel is “impossible”.

So, when we arrived in Guangzhou, we jumped in a taxi and told him in broken Mandarin and English, which he seemed to understand, to drive quickly to the train station where the trains to Hong Kong depart from. He charged us an extortionate amount and seemed to be trying to tell us that there would be no trains at this time of night. Great!

However, when we arrived at the train station, we had half an hour to spare to get on the 9:30pm train to Hong Kong, so Martin was, thankfully, right about at least one thing. Actually, because the direct Guangzhou to Hong Kong train is run by a HK company, getting the tickets was very easy, and I could even book my return train ticket for a week later. (Booking return tickets on any type of transport is almost unheard of in mainland China!)

So, 2 hours later, we arrived in Hong Kong, just in time for Katie’s birthday! We were staying with Alan, an old friend of Nick’s family. He lives at the foot of Mt Davis on the west side of the island. By the way, I have to confess that, until about a week before my trip to HK, I thought it was just an island and had no idea that it also takes in a part of mainland China. Did you know?

On arriving at Alan’s place at midnight, it was immediately obvious that we were back in a civilized country, as we were offered a drink from his fully stocked liquor cabinet! After a few welcoming drinks, we got off to bed around 2:00am.

So, whilst it was already Katie’s birthday when we arrived, we celebrated the next day by having a dim sum lunch. Dim sum (or Yum Cha to most Australians) is a familiar Chinese meal to many. Actually, it is a Cantonese (or southern China) specialty and the majority of Chinese people on mainland China would never have experienced it. We went to the famous dim sum restaurant at city hall on the island. It was good; almost exactly the same as the Yum Cha lunches I enjoyed with Anthony & co. in Brisbane. (Good to know Brisbane serves authentic dim sum). It was much more expensive though. HK$400 for 3 of us (and we didn’t eat that much). I could eat for a month on that amount of money in Huaian!

After lunch we met B&M at the star ferry terminal. N&K needed to go to the travel agent to sort out their onward travel, so I took B&M to the hostel on Mt Davis to check in. We all got together in the late afternoon for a few drinks on Alan’s balcony and then headed into the bar district to meet Nick’s friend, Rami. There are several bar districts on HK island, the most central and popular being Lan Kwai Fong (LKF). This is a U-shaped street packed with gwylo (foreigner) bars. We met Rami in LKF then walked over to Soho (South of Hollywood road) to an Italian restaurant. There were 6 of us; we each ordered a pizza and a beer; the bill came to nearly HK$1,000. Oh my God! (Exchange rate is about HK$6 = AU$1. I know this is not much to most of you, but it is a fifth of my monthly wage in China!)

After dinner we went to Staunton’s bar in Soho where I caught up with my friend from the African trip, JP. After Africa, JP lived and travelled in Australia for a year, then ended up living and working in Hong Kong via south east Asia.

It was a big night out – after Staunton’s, we went to the Russian vodka bar where you put on fur coats and drink shots of vodka in a big ice freezer; then La Dolce Vita in LKF; then a little jazz bar called Gecko located in a small alley somewhere, and ending with a 2:30am breakfast at “The Flying Pan”, a 24 hour greasy spoon restaurant.

On average, the drinks cost about $HK60 each. (Remember, a tallie of beer at my local costs me 2.5 yuan (33cents)). So, when I woke up the next day, my wallet was HK$500 lighter than the night before!

Day 2 didn’t start until about midday. We met B&M again, had a relatively cheap wanton noodle soup lunch in the city before heading up to The Peak on the Peak Tram. The views from the Peak over the north shore of the island and then over the harbour to Kowloon were pretty spectacular, if a little marred by pollution. I hear rumours that HK is the most densely populated city in the world and I could believe this based on the view of mammoth apartment blocks stacked on top of each other for as far as the eye can see.

It was sunny and warm, which made for a very pleasant change from the cold winter we had been experiencing in our part of China. In fact, after walking around the Peak for awhile, it was positively hot and I had to take off my long sleeved shirt and walk around in my t-shirt! We decided to walk down from the Peak into Central via the Central Midlands Escalator. This is a series of 20 connected escalators moving people from the CBD of HK Island up the hill to the Midlands residential area. After twisting and turning and following some very dubious signs for about 40 minutes, we finally found the top of the escalators, only to find that they only go up hill and not down! (Apparently they only go down from 6:00am – 10:00am to ferry people to work, but then only go up for the rest of the day and night). So it was more walking down hill to reach Central.

Coincidentally, we passed Staunton’s bar on the way down, so we went in for a happy hour drink. By this time it was after 6pm. B&M left us to go back to the hostel, so N&K and I decided to “go budget” and eat on the street. However, even street food in HK is not cheap and we still paid $HK30-40 for a basic dish. (This amount would pay for 3-5 dishes in Huaian). After eating, we went back to Alan’s place for an hour or so, before heading out to Wan Chai, another bar district, for ladies’ night at Kwong’s. Wan Chai used to be the red light district, but now is just another gwylo bar district with some girly clubs for those in the know. Ladies’ night at Kwong’s meant free vodka with a mixer for the ladies all night, while the men pay double the price for their drinks! This night started quite late so, naturally, ended quite late also; this time with a sensational kebab at 2:00am. (It probably tasted so good because it had been so long since I had eaten one).

Day 3 and another late start. The gang met JP who took us to an even cheaper wanton noodle restaurant for lunch. This place reminded me a bit of the soup nazi from Seinfeld. Our order was taken while we queued up outside; when we got inside the food was dumped on the table in front of us as soon as we sat down; and no sooner had we taken the last spoonful, than the soup nazi whisked our bowls away and ordered the next customers in.

B&M wanted to sort out their return travel arrangements and Nick wanted to find the football stadium to buy tickets to a football match, so Katie and I spent the afternoon by ourselves. Getting around on public transport in HK is pretty easy and we managed to catch a bus to Stanley on the south side of the island. The drive over afforded some great views, but I did not think much of Stanley, although we just went to the town and not the beach. Stanley is famous for its markets, but the markets were pretty touristy and quite kitch. It is worth a look if you like markets though.

From Stanley, we took a bus to Aberdeen. I thought this was going to be a little fishing village, but it was actually a big town. Aberdeen is famous for its harbour (not to be confused with the main harbour on the north shore of the island) which is crammed with traditional sampans, floating restaurants and other fishing vessels. You can cruise the harbour on a sampan and take a look at the other sampans on which a minority of the local Chinese people still live. We just took a walk along the promenade.

After Aberdeen, we made our way back to Alan’s place on another two buses, initially getting on the wrong bus. Thankfully, in HK, even the bus drivers speak a little bit of English, so we found out our mistake and rectified it very easily.

That evening, Alan and his girlfriend, Sara, took N&K and I to the yacht club for dinner. The yacht club is in a very nice location on a small peninsula on the north shore of the island with good views back over Central and over the harbour to Kowloon on the mainland. We had some lovely Australian red wine and I ordered lamb shanks. Mmmm!

Day 4 – We had pre-arranged to meet B&M at the usual meeting spot at 10am instead of noon; however, they didn’t show up so N&K and I took the ferry over to Lantau island to visit the largest sitting, bronze Buddha in the world! It was a pretty impressive Buddha. We ate at the vegetarian restaurant at the monastery. A little expensive but not bad.

When we got back to Central in the afternoon, we took the MTR (metro/subway) to Causeway Bay which is further east along the north shore. We visited Times Square which was nothing special and does not compare to Times Square in NY. The interesting thing about Causeway Bay is that there was hardly a gwylo to be seen; this is where the local Hong Kongese live and do their shopping. It was very busy and crowded with the locals doing their last minute shopping before CNY.

From Causeway Bay we caught the double decker tram back to Central and then headed back to Alan’s place for a BBQ and more Australian red wine. This was a western BBQ, not like the Chinese BBQ I have been telling you about – king prawns; chicken wings; steak. And did I mention the Australian red wine?

After the BBQ, we headed back into to LKF to meet up with B&M. Our meeting place in LKF had become La Dolce Vita, after which we went back to the Russian vodka bar again. It was not as good this time because there were too many people going in and out of the ice freezer so it was not as cold. So we moved on to another bar called Insomnia. It was extremely crowded and the people in the bars were overflowing into the street. LKF and become one big street party. This was a Friday night and so all the business people were celebrating the 4 day long weekend for CNY.

It was around 1:30am when Rami and his friends wanted us to pay HK$200 to go into a club. I declined. Why pay that much to go into a crowded, stuffy club when all the atmosphere is on the street? The others all decided to go in, so I decided to head back to Alan’s on my own and a reasonably early night.

Day 5 – N&K did not get home until 5:00am so I knew there was no hope of getting them out of bed before lunch. So I went into the city on my own and spent a couple of hours wandering through Hong Kong Park. This is big park right in the middle of the city and definitely worth a look. It has a pretty good bird aviary if you are into birds.

I met up with N&K again at 3:30pm and we took the ferry over to Kowloon on the mainland. We walked the length of Nathan Road which is the main shopping street in Kowloon, good for electronic products. Kowloon is much more “Chinese” than the island, although there are also a considerable number of Indians who live there. In the back streets off Nathan road, it becomes much less touristy and a lot more like China, with lots of small eateries, street food, markets, ducks and other meats hanging in shop windows, herbal medicine shops, and the distinct smells that go along with many Asian cities.

We visited the ladies markets which are good markets for clothing, wallets, handbags, etc. We then walked back to the Temple Street night markets. The night markets have a good atmosphere, but don’t go there expecting good quality stuff. It is mostly rip off labels and kitchy trinkets.

After leaving the night markets we walked all the way back down Nathan road (quite a long way) to the Avenue of the Stars on the harbour promenade (still on the Kowloon side). There is a nightly light and sound show from all the buildings on both sides of the harbour. I think the light and sound show goes all year, but some of the buildings were specially lit up for CNY. It was really good and I have some great photos.

After the light and sound show we went back over to the island by ferry and then headed to La Dolce Vita in LKF to see in the New Year. As it was CNY’s eve we thought LKF would be very busy. In fact, it was pretty quiet, at least in comparison to the night before. So we were still at La Dolce Vita when midnight came. We were going to do a countdown but we all had different times on our watches. While we were debating which watch to go off, some Germans at the bar next door started the countdown in German. So we all wished each other a happy new year and then we all joined hands around the bar and sung “Auld Lang Syne” and “Happy Birthday to China”. Nearly everyone in the bar joined in, except for a group of Chinese people who were looking at us strangely.

After midnight we moved on to a couple of other bars in LKF, one specialising in tequila and the other in some Mexican cocktail called a Mojita which packs a bit of a punch. I have no idea what time we went home, but it could not have been before 2:00am.

Day 6 – New Years Day. The plan for today was to get some much needed rest. Nick and Rami went to a football match in the afternoon. Katie and I stayed at Alan’s place all day.

That night was the CNY parade. Katie and I went into the city to meet JP and B&M at 6:00pm. B&M were a no show again, so Katie and I went out for dinner with JP, his sister and some friends of his. After dinner we tried to find a good location to watch the parade but the crowds lining the streets were enormous and the police kept barricading areas off. We eventually found a spot where we could sit and have a small view of the parade, though it was a long way off. In any event, the parade was pretty blah.

We left before the parade was over to avoid the crowds and headed to a bar in Wan Chai to meet the rest of the gang. No-one was really interested in a big night so we had one drink and went home.

Day 7 – my last day. N&K had left at 5:00am to catch the ferry to Macau where they were meeting Alan and sailing back on his boat. I declined the invitation. Instead, I got myself over to the New Territories on the mainland to meet JP and his sister. JP was house sitting for a friend and had use of his car so we took a tour of the New Territories by car. We visited a small fishing town and went out on a sampan for a tour of the harbour. Then we went to the Monastery of 10,000 Buddhas. This involved a climb up 409 steps to the monastery. The walls inside the temple were lined with 10,000 small, gold replica Buddhas. We ate at the vegetarian restaurant at the monastery which was very average. I don’t think they are fooling anyone when they call tofu, “vegetarian chicken”.

After dropping the car back at Sean’s place, we caught the MTR into Kowloon and did some shopping on Nathan road. I called N&K, who were supposed to be back from the sailing trip around 3:00pm, but they were still on the boat, some way from HK. The fireworks display for CNY started at 8:00pm so we decided to stay on the Kowloon side to watch it.

We went down to the Avenue of Stars around 6:15pm and it was already so crowded that we could not actually get on to the promenade. But we did find a good spot with a fairly open view and plenty of room to move. We sent JP off to find some food and drink but he came back 5 minutes later and said the police had barricaded off the entry points so he could not go out. The good thing was that no more people would be coming in either, so our roomy, vantage point would stay that way. So we sat down and waited for the fireworks to start.

The display went for about 20 minutes. I think it was worth the wait. Whilst it was not the best fireworks display I have seen, it was pretty good and I was in Hong Kong for it, so I was happy.

I had arranged to meet B&M in LKF at 10:00pm because I thought it would take us hours to get back across the harbour to the island. In fact, the HK police were so adept at crowd control, and the public transport system so efficient, that, from the time the fireworks ended, it took only half an hour for us to get across to the island on the MTR and be sitting in a bar waiting for our friends. Amazing! If there were that many people in one place in any mainland city in China, it would have been utter chaos with pushing, shoving, yelling, shouting, certain injury and possible death.

So we met with B&M and several friends of JP at our favourite bar in LKF. Unfortunately, N&K were still stuck on the boat and never made it for the fireworks or final drinks. It was a pretty quiet night in comparison to some of the others and I was home by 1:00am having said my goodbyes to JP and Jane at the bar.

The next morning I was up 5:00am to quietly shower and pack. I woke Nick and Katie to say goodbye and then left on my journey back to Huaian, which involved 5 buses, 1 ferry, 2 taxis, 1 train and 1 plane, plus an extra unwanted night in Nanjing.

I was sad to leave Hong Kong; I had a great time there and I think it is a fantastic city. It is very modern and soooo clean. The people, although mostly Chinese, are culturally very different to the mainland Chinese. It was so refreshing to be in a city where the people are polite and helpful, where orderly queues are formed, where the public transport is efficient and easy to use, where there is no spitting, smoking and littering allowed, and, most importantly, where you can actually get useful information instead of being told that something is “impossible” or being told any old story by someone who obviously has no idea what they are talking about!

It was immediately apparent when I arrived at the train station in Guangzhou that I was back in China. As I had spent so much money in HK, I wanted to travel as inexpensively as possible on my way back. I had to get from the train station to the airport. On the way to HK, I had shared the cost of a taxi with N&K, but RMB150 was a bit much for me on my own, so I tried to find a shuttle bus, or a local bus, or the subway… something… anything… to get to the airport. But there were absolutely no signs or information in English, and those people who did speak a bit of English were touters who were just trying to rip off the tourist.

So, in the end, I caught a taxi and paid RMB125 for the privilege. Fortunately, at the airport, my return ticket, which I had bought on some dodgy Chinese discount travel website, was waiting for me. On arriving at Nanjing airport, I caught the shuttle bus into the bus station in the city and arrived there at about 5:50pm. However, there were no buses to Huai’an which meant that I had to stay a night at a hotel in Nanjing.

Nanjing is the capital city of Jiangsu province and I could not believe that there were no buses to Huai’an. It is not that they were full; just simply there were no buses. I found out later, the reason for this is that Nanjing people don’t like Huai’an people; they think Huai’an people are rude and common; so they don’t let many Huai’an buses enter the city!

So I spent the night in the foreign students hotel at Nanjing University; the same place the gang had stayed when we were in Nanjing for NYE. By this time, I was very tired and had a bad head cold, and just wanted to get back to my apartment and sleep in my own bed!

The next morning, I caught a local bus to the main bus station in Nanjing, only to be told that there were no buses to Huai’an from this station. I had to go to the North Bridge station, across the river and on the outskirts of the city, at a cost of another RMB40 for a taxi.

As I was leaving the main bus station, a touter was calling out “Huai’an”. After confirming in my broken Mandarin that the bus was going to Huai’an, it would take 3 hours and cost RMB90 (about double the usual price), I followed the touter around a corner and got on an “illegal” bus to Huai’an. I called Betty on my mobile; she spoke to a passenger and confirmed that the bus was going to the right city. However, I had to sit on the bus for an hour and a half, waiting for them to fill all the seats, before it actually left Nanjing.

It was a milk run bus that stopped all the time to let people off in the middle of nowhere. 3 hours later, we reached the outskirts of Huai’an, but, because this was an illegal bus, it could not go to the bus station, so the driver made everyone get off the bus in the middle of nowhere on the outskirts of the city. I had no idea where I was, there did not appear to be any local buses servicing this area, and there were no taxis. So I called Betty again and asked her to get in a taxi and come and get me. Fortunately, she knew where I was because she had caught a dodgy bus from Shanghai once and had been dropped off in the same place. (I cannot emphasise enough the importance of having a Chinese friend and a mobile phone when travelling in China!) Finally, I arrived back at my apartment around 3:00pm that afternoon.

I spent that night at home and then, the next day, Betty and I went to visit her family at their country home. We spent the morning going from house to house visiting her relatives. Whenever I visit, Betty’s mother cooks lots of meat dishes, especially lamb and beef which she knows I prefer to pork. As it was still the spring festival, there were even more meat dishes than usual.

Visiting Betty’s hometown is always an unusual experience for me. No-one speaks English and I generally just sit around while they gibber away in their local dialect. Whenever, they look at me, they laugh and I hear them say “laoshi” (teacher) and “waiguoren” (foreigner) every now and again and I assume they are asking Betty questions about me or commenting on the “foreigner”.

We watched “Friends” on DVD most of the afternoon, had another big feed in the evening and then went to a relative’s place to play majiang (mahjong) in the evening with Betty’s sister and cousin. It is always a bit disconcerting when I play majiang with Betty’s relatives. There are usually aunts and uncles hanging around, watching with fascination at the foreigner playing majiang. They stand behind me, looking at my hand, and gibbering away in the local dialect, obviously making suggestions as to what move I should make and then laughing when I make the wrong move. It actually makes me quite nervous and I can’t concentrate on the game, thereby making wrong moves constantly! At one point, an Aunty decided to “help me” and kept reaching over me, picking out tiles from my hand and throwing them down on the table; sometimes forcibly pushing my hand out of the way to do so! I was feeling very nervous and uncomfortable so I asked Betty to ask her Aunty to stop helping me and just let me play on my own. I muttered this under my breath to Betty, which was quite unnecessary given that Betty is the only one who can understand anything I say.

Lunch the next day was just Betty, her mother and I. But no sooner had we started eating than Betty’s brother and a male cousin turned up and wanted to eat, so Betty’s mum went and cooked more dishes while the brother and cousin stuffed their faces. It is amazing how quickly Betty’s brother can shovel food into his mouth. Then an aunt and another male cousin turned up, and they hadn’t eaten either, so Betty’s mum cooked more dishes. I was starting to wonder when the poor woman would get to eat herself, but this on-going cycle of relatives turning up to eat is apparently very common, especially during the spring festival.

After lunch, we caught the local bus back into the city. I spent a little bit of time with Betty over the weekend, but she went back to work on Monday. I don’t actually have to start teaching again until 20 February. So, for the last week, I have mostly be staying in my apartment, doing nothing much. I am pretty bored so next week I will go on another little trip to visit a student in Changzhou, a city near Shanghai.

Well, that is all for this epic chapter. Visit my blog (details contained in the email) to view the photos of my trip to Hong Kong.

Meagan