One year ago, I arrived in China. I cherish the time that I spent there, and wish I had more time to spend there.
Due to a number of issues that are beyond my control, the possibility of me getting back to China for any length of time in the future is greatly diminished.
I consider several of the people that I met in China to be close friends of mine to this day.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
30 Days
Haidian District
Beijing, China
To My Readers...
I have not posted in 30 days. Sorry about that...
For someone who reads my blog, but has not spent time in North America, something is missing. That person is without an understanding of the North American version of 'expected'. Many of my posts, especially my earliest posts, are written from a North American perspective on what is 'expected'.
For those of you who actually know me well, I probably mentioned that I wanted to use this site to capture first impressions... things that I found interesting, because they are different from the way things are where I come from (the US).
As I fully expected -- I'm not really surprised by much anymore. I was here for 30 days, and my entries became a list of "here are the things that I did." I was hoping to keep having stories of things that were funny to me, because they are unexpected.
Something else also happened around 30 days ago. Several people that I work with in China started to ask about my blog. I got five people with various forms of the question, "Why don't you like it in China?" If you were one of the sources ... don't be embarrassed, you are not alone. Clearly, I placed a few too many 'expectations' to make things sound 'wrong'.
In reality - the only thing I have been disappointed about is bread. Bread that tastes like US bread is so hard to find. I did find a brand and type, but it's usually out of stock at the local HyperMarket. It is "close enough".
Done?
I don't think so, not completely, but maybe. I have a few things in the back of my mind about shopping and food, but nothing about these things is interesting enough for me to write about now. I still have a while to go.
Photos
The connection at the hotel sucks. I am still uploading photos. Some newer ones have even made it to the "Public" photo pages. I'm trying to comment those as they go up, but I'm very far behind in that, too.
Beijing, China
To My Readers...
I have not posted in 30 days. Sorry about that...
For someone who reads my blog, but has not spent time in North America, something is missing. That person is without an understanding of the North American version of 'expected'. Many of my posts, especially my earliest posts, are written from a North American perspective on what is 'expected'.
For those of you who actually know me well, I probably mentioned that I wanted to use this site to capture first impressions... things that I found interesting, because they are different from the way things are where I come from (the US).
As I fully expected -- I'm not really surprised by much anymore. I was here for 30 days, and my entries became a list of "here are the things that I did." I was hoping to keep having stories of things that were funny to me, because they are unexpected.
Something else also happened around 30 days ago. Several people that I work with in China started to ask about my blog. I got five people with various forms of the question, "Why don't you like it in China?" If you were one of the sources ... don't be embarrassed, you are not alone. Clearly, I placed a few too many 'expectations' to make things sound 'wrong'.
In reality - the only thing I have been disappointed about is bread. Bread that tastes like US bread is so hard to find. I did find a brand and type, but it's usually out of stock at the local HyperMarket. It is "close enough".
Done?
I don't think so, not completely, but maybe. I have a few things in the back of my mind about shopping and food, but nothing about these things is interesting enough for me to write about now. I still have a while to go.
Photos
The connection at the hotel sucks. I am still uploading photos. Some newer ones have even made it to the "Public" photo pages. I'm trying to comment those as they go up, but I'm very far behind in that, too.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
YongHeGong, Lama Temple
Near ShangDi
November 9, 2007
A very brave woman at work once asked me if she could show me around to some sights. So, this Friday we agreed to meet on Saturday morning, and she would show me around the area of the Lama Temple.
Morning Meeting
November 10, 2007
We agreed to meet at a KFC (not "the KFC", but one a block away) between 10:30 and 10:45. She arrived about 10 minutes after I did apologizing that she was very late. There is no possible way that she was more than 1 minute late. She told me a little about the Temple, and then we went and found a taxi.
Lama Temple
This is a very active place of Buddhist worship, and even though it was quite active, it was clear that I was unnoticed. Tourists are very common here, and I took the tack of observing and trying to stay out of the way while trying to see as much as I could.
This place is incredibly amazing. Foremost for how active it is. It's full of life and hopes and wishes, and the earnestness of those whom gather here. Second is because of the art and statues. Buddha and many other devas in many sizes and colors, are all there to see, and to pay homage to.
I was advised that it's impolite to photograph within the halls (and various signs also advised against it), so I have some photographs of the buildings, and a few photographs of things that are outside of the halls, but only postcards representing a few of the many, many treasures inside.
I found this to be an amazing place, and an amazing experience. One which I will not soon forget.
Lunch
So we went to a restaurant, "Jin Ding Xuan"（金鼎轩), not far from the temple, and ordered several small dishes of things. I forgot to take pictures of the restaurant or food, but the place was reasonably priced, and had very good food. My host wanted to eat chicken claws, and this was the only thing I tried that I didn't care for. Chicken claws are mostly bone, and the flesh is very fatty. It's mostly like eating chicken-skin, with the additional joy of picking a little chicken talon out from between my teeth. Otherwise, the food was excellent.
Confucius Temple
Much less active, and very nearby is the Confucius Temple. From what I could gather it is mostly an ancient school where emperors would learn the skills required to lead. This place did not have a particularly spiritual feeling - but there was not a great deal of active worship to give this place a feeling of reverence. Photography was either allowed or not expressly prohibited, so I did get some photos of the inside of the main hall. There were a great deal of exotic musical instruments and wooden tablets placed in curtained coves. These were the only points where it appeared that this place has a deeper purpose.
In a side hall there was a display discussing the life of Confucius. I read a lot, but the English translations were often painful to read, and sometimes made no sense at all. My guide was of some help here, but there was a lot to see in a small space, and the temple grounds were about to close.
A Public Thank You...
I deeply hope I was not imposing myself in any way. My guide was very kind in extending the offer, and it took all of her Saturday to show me things. I cannot begin to say how much I appreciate the time and patience it took to try to explain things to me all day. To my guide... "Thank you, again."
November 9, 2007
A very brave woman at work once asked me if she could show me around to some sights. So, this Friday we agreed to meet on Saturday morning, and she would show me around the area of the Lama Temple.
Morning Meeting
November 10, 2007
We agreed to meet at a KFC (not "the KFC", but one a block away) between 10:30 and 10:45. She arrived about 10 minutes after I did apologizing that she was very late. There is no possible way that she was more than 1 minute late. She told me a little about the Temple, and then we went and found a taxi.
Lama Temple
This is a very active place of Buddhist worship, and even though it was quite active, it was clear that I was unnoticed. Tourists are very common here, and I took the tack of observing and trying to stay out of the way while trying to see as much as I could.
This place is incredibly amazing. Foremost for how active it is. It's full of life and hopes and wishes, and the earnestness of those whom gather here. Second is because of the art and statues. Buddha and many other devas in many sizes and colors, are all there to see, and to pay homage to.
I was advised that it's impolite to photograph within the halls (and various signs also advised against it), so I have some photographs of the buildings, and a few photographs of things that are outside of the halls, but only postcards representing a few of the many, many treasures inside.
I found this to be an amazing place, and an amazing experience. One which I will not soon forget.
Lunch
So we went to a restaurant, "Jin Ding Xuan"（金鼎轩), not far from the temple, and ordered several small dishes of things. I forgot to take pictures of the restaurant or food, but the place was reasonably priced, and had very good food. My host wanted to eat chicken claws, and this was the only thing I tried that I didn't care for. Chicken claws are mostly bone, and the flesh is very fatty. It's mostly like eating chicken-skin, with the additional joy of picking a little chicken talon out from between my teeth. Otherwise, the food was excellent.
Confucius Temple
Much less active, and very nearby is the Confucius Temple. From what I could gather it is mostly an ancient school where emperors would learn the skills required to lead. This place did not have a particularly spiritual feeling - but there was not a great deal of active worship to give this place a feeling of reverence. Photography was either allowed or not expressly prohibited, so I did get some photos of the inside of the main hall. There were a great deal of exotic musical instruments and wooden tablets placed in curtained coves. These were the only points where it appeared that this place has a deeper purpose.
In a side hall there was a display discussing the life of Confucius. I read a lot, but the English translations were often painful to read, and sometimes made no sense at all. My guide was of some help here, but there was a lot to see in a small space, and the temple grounds were about to close.
A Public Thank You...
I deeply hope I was not imposing myself in any way. My guide was very kind in extending the offer, and it took all of her Saturday to show me things. I cannot begin to say how much I appreciate the time and patience it took to try to explain things to me all day. To my guide... "Thank you, again."
Note on Photos
There are many pictures that I have posted to the photos site that are not visible to the general public.
http://photos.vollink.com/
If I know you, you can sign up for an account, then Email me your login name. I will then enable your account to see the rest of the photo collections. This includes categories like, "Friends at Work" and "Friends at Hotel".
If I don't know you, you can still sign up for an account, but you'll get no benefit, and will have given your Email address to another random site on the internet. Why would you do that?
http://photos.vollink.com/
If I know you, you can sign up for an account, then Email me your login name. I will then enable your account to see the rest of the photo collections. This includes categories like, "Friends at Work" and "Friends at Hotel".
If I don't know you, you can still sign up for an account, but you'll get no benefit, and will have given your Email address to another random site on the internet. Why would you do that?
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Double Dragon Gorge
Very Near Shang Di
November 1, 2007
There I was, minding my own business when I got an Email. There was a team building outing that was at a "natural area". While team-building can go either way, after another week in Beijing, a "natural area" sure sounded inviting, so I signed up.
Double Dragon Gorge
Somewhere West of Beijing
Saturday, November 3, 2007
First, it's a long way away. It took nearly three hours by bus, through mountains (and one unexpected detour due to construction). We left just after 9AM. However, once we arrived it was totally different from anything I had expected...
The Parking Lot
We arrived just before noon. The team building game that was supposed to happen right when we arrived, ended up getting pushed to days' end. I feel really bad for the guys who took the bag of balls all the way to Frog Rock and back. More on that later.
We milled around the restaurant areas until we figured out where we all actually had made the reservation... Finally we found the right door. It was an empty dining room like all the other doors, but this was "our" empty dining room.
Lunch
So, first up was lunch. "Oh, this is country food," exclaimed a disappointed co-worker nearby. I wouldn't have been phased if this were another ex-pat like myself. No, this was a local Chinese woman who was being polite enough to say it in English so that wait staff wouldn't understand. I must say that I'm glad I braced myself for what was ahead, and grabbed more rice than usual (which means as much rice as everyone around me).
In China (at least around Beijing), it seems that the habit is to bring rice last, unless it's asked for. So it was specifically requested early.
The food was endless, in that one dish after another uneatable dish came out. But that's not fair, there were a few vegetables that I liked, and a few pieces of meat had enough actual flesh that I could nibble a taste without swallowing bone or cartilage. There was a soup that nobody around me could take more than a bite of, and a cold porridge that had the consistency of a swallowed sneeze. The second of which I tried (before I knew what it felt like going down). Then there was a fish that seemed like everyone's favorite, but it was covered in something black, and I was too done with the lunch to dare ask.
This lunch is what made me realize that there's a limit to my ability to try new things. The limit is around 15 minutes where I can not mentally take any more. I will note that the bus driver really enjoyed everything served. Nobody knew where he was from, but everyone assumed he was from the mountains just West of Beijing.
The Parking Lot (again)
Next we milled around the parking lot trying to figure out where to go next. There are grass slides that most of the guys (outnumbered nearly 2 to 1) wanted to go on, and there was a sign that pointed to a big gate that said "Go here for check ticket", and it must have said something similar in Chinese because we all stood near there expecting something to start happening. The door opened, and someone yelled, someone else yelled, and finally someone yelled "get out of the way", and the cart drove through bringing grass sleds up from the bottom (having driven around a hill and up from the bottom).
So then someone figured out where we were supposed to go. There's a train ride to the actual gorge section, and you get on from the other north corner of the parking lot. So, we started our journey beyond the parking lot and into the park.
Train Ride
So a pleasant narrow gauge ride, 6 minutes at a very slow pace. The ride was fairly scenic if you look beyond the grass slides and the parking lot/restaurants. The hills and mountains surrounding the area are very beautiful. It was a really nice day, and I could see quite a long way. Finally, the train brought us to a big cement wall, which is a dam. There are 99 steps to the top of this dam. On the other side, and 2/3 of the way down the wall is where the water is. I knew that waterfalls wouldn't be as big in the fall, but this tiny amount of water here had me a little worried.
Into the Gorge
There's a sign that says 'this way to the waterfall', except the English wasn't quite right, and the trail led up-river over a very rickety hand-welded and rusting walk-way. Dangling us over the water that usually isn't so low. I note that as the heaviest person, everyone followed at least a meter back, and I was somehow leading. Even while protesting that I don't really have to go so cautiously. Someone remarked that I was just kidding around, but that observation was only half true. I was really quite worried about the safety of this structure.
Sure, it's a gorge, and I expected steep sides, but I guess I didn't expect the whole thing to feel so cramped.
Another Dam
Here we find another cement wall. This one wasn't as tall as the first, but starts to define what I've come to expect anywhere I go in China, more stairs. The top of this is a full pond with paddle-boats, and some are shaped like swans. There's a big line here, so about half of the group decided to explore a little further. The path goes two ways, of course, we go up the stairs, instead of going straight and flat.
Gazebo with a Pagoda Roof
Probably the best views of the day were here. I could have left here and been fully satisfied. Of course, there was the waterfall that the photos promised.
Paddle Boating
Back to the pond, and the paddle boating. I was explicitly instructed to sit in the middle of the boat on one side. This is a bit embarrassing, mostly because from this position, I was unable to paddle. I had two girls opposite me both on the paddle peddles. This didn't keep me from trying anyway - I got a few minutes in, but my feet were too big to keep up the angles necessary, so I was relegated to passenger.
We had a half-an-hour, around the pond, and still had 20 minutes left. We got together with another boat, and held on, then two more boats joined up, so we had a four boat wide flotilla in the pond. We went back and forth this way a little before being called back.
As we left to walk further, the next people out were hooking their boats together (we may have started something)!
On to the Waterfall
So the bulk of the group walked down the straight path (which still mostly went "up", and along a trickling stream. Some of the group stayed here to just enjoy sitting. Had I known this, I may have joined them, but I was still near the front of the pack, moving on. There were some bridges, and places where we had to jump across the creek. Then we came to the trickle. It was a fairly high waterfall, but there wasn't a lot of water. It was pretty, and you could definitely see the potential for a great spring view, but wasn't really spectacular in this form.
I went up a staircase to the top of the falls, to look down, and expected that this would be the end of our experience. Then the ranking member of the group saw a sign about a scenic overlook some many meters ahead, and decided that we should drive on.
The Path to Frog Rock
This is where I start falling behind the group. The path was a lot of "uphill", and not a lot of "flat". I kept going. I passed a few people who had decided to stop along the way and wait for the groups return. I was determined to not be left behind, so I kept going. I caught up to the group again at the second of a few stair-cases (made of rusty metal bound by bamboo), and lost them again not to far later. Someone said it was only 20 more minutes further. 15 minutes later, someone said it was only 20 minutes further.
Finally, we made it to something called "Frog Rock". It was decided at this point that it was too late in the day, and that we would have to turn back. I took a group photo (without me in it), and we left to head back down the trail.
There was a big bag full of balls and prizes, and no place flat to do the "game". A few people kept volunteering to carry this bag, and had taken it all this way, just to take it back to the parking lot again.
Way Back
It had been about 1 and a half hours of walking to get up to Frog Rock. It took 20 minutes to get back. I took some pictures, but we mostly just walked. We got back to the train, and took the last ride out of the gorge to the parking lot (there was a foot-path, but nobody wanted to have to do that).
Slide
I decided to ride the grass slide. This was a whole lot of fun, but there's no photographic evidence that I did it. I can simply attest to the 300 stair steps back up the hill to get back to the top again. I could have taken a second ride, but it simply didn't seem worth more stairs.
Parking Lot
So there was a toss the ball game. Two groups, and the idea was to pass three different sized balls around the group in order, and whichever group got the balls around the most times would win. Then we went back to the bus.
I won a prize on the bus ride for knowing how to spell Eminem. I spelled it both ways, the second... (M-A-R-S-H-A-L-L M-A-T-H-E-R-S). Everyone was confused as to how I knew his real name. I absolved myself from any more questions. It was unfair. I know English much better than anyone else there.
November 1, 2007
There I was, minding my own business when I got an Email. There was a team building outing that was at a "natural area". While team-building can go either way, after another week in Beijing, a "natural area" sure sounded inviting, so I signed up.
Double Dragon Gorge
Somewhere West of Beijing
Saturday, November 3, 2007
First, it's a long way away. It took nearly three hours by bus, through mountains (and one unexpected detour due to construction). We left just after 9AM. However, once we arrived it was totally different from anything I had expected...
The Parking Lot
We arrived just before noon. The team building game that was supposed to happen right when we arrived, ended up getting pushed to days' end. I feel really bad for the guys who took the bag of balls all the way to Frog Rock and back. More on that later.
We milled around the restaurant areas until we figured out where we all actually had made the reservation... Finally we found the right door. It was an empty dining room like all the other doors, but this was "our" empty dining room.
Lunch
So, first up was lunch. "Oh, this is country food," exclaimed a disappointed co-worker nearby. I wouldn't have been phased if this were another ex-pat like myself. No, this was a local Chinese woman who was being polite enough to say it in English so that wait staff wouldn't understand. I must say that I'm glad I braced myself for what was ahead, and grabbed more rice than usual (which means as much rice as everyone around me).
In China (at least around Beijing), it seems that the habit is to bring rice last, unless it's asked for. So it was specifically requested early.
The food was endless, in that one dish after another uneatable dish came out. But that's not fair, there were a few vegetables that I liked, and a few pieces of meat had enough actual flesh that I could nibble a taste without swallowing bone or cartilage. There was a soup that nobody around me could take more than a bite of, and a cold porridge that had the consistency of a swallowed sneeze. The second of which I tried (before I knew what it felt like going down). Then there was a fish that seemed like everyone's favorite, but it was covered in something black, and I was too done with the lunch to dare ask.
This lunch is what made me realize that there's a limit to my ability to try new things. The limit is around 15 minutes where I can not mentally take any more. I will note that the bus driver really enjoyed everything served. Nobody knew where he was from, but everyone assumed he was from the mountains just West of Beijing.
The Parking Lot (again)
Next we milled around the parking lot trying to figure out where to go next. There are grass slides that most of the guys (outnumbered nearly 2 to 1) wanted to go on, and there was a sign that pointed to a big gate that said "Go here for check ticket", and it must have said something similar in Chinese because we all stood near there expecting something to start happening. The door opened, and someone yelled, someone else yelled, and finally someone yelled "get out of the way", and the cart drove through bringing grass sleds up from the bottom (having driven around a hill and up from the bottom).
So then someone figured out where we were supposed to go. There's a train ride to the actual gorge section, and you get on from the other north corner of the parking lot. So, we started our journey beyond the parking lot and into the park.
Train Ride
So a pleasant narrow gauge ride, 6 minutes at a very slow pace. The ride was fairly scenic if you look beyond the grass slides and the parking lot/restaurants. The hills and mountains surrounding the area are very beautiful. It was a really nice day, and I could see quite a long way. Finally, the train brought us to a big cement wall, which is a dam. There are 99 steps to the top of this dam. On the other side, and 2/3 of the way down the wall is where the water is. I knew that waterfalls wouldn't be as big in the fall, but this tiny amount of water here had me a little worried.
Into the Gorge
There's a sign that says 'this way to the waterfall', except the English wasn't quite right, and the trail led up-river over a very rickety hand-welded and rusting walk-way. Dangling us over the water that usually isn't so low. I note that as the heaviest person, everyone followed at least a meter back, and I was somehow leading. Even while protesting that I don't really have to go so cautiously. Someone remarked that I was just kidding around, but that observation was only half true. I was really quite worried about the safety of this structure.
Sure, it's a gorge, and I expected steep sides, but I guess I didn't expect the whole thing to feel so cramped.
Another Dam
Here we find another cement wall. This one wasn't as tall as the first, but starts to define what I've come to expect anywhere I go in China, more stairs. The top of this is a full pond with paddle-boats, and some are shaped like swans. There's a big line here, so about half of the group decided to explore a little further. The path goes two ways, of course, we go up the stairs, instead of going straight and flat.
Gazebo with a Pagoda Roof
Probably the best views of the day were here. I could have left here and been fully satisfied. Of course, there was the waterfall that the photos promised.
Paddle Boating
Back to the pond, and the paddle boating. I was explicitly instructed to sit in the middle of the boat on one side. This is a bit embarrassing, mostly because from this position, I was unable to paddle. I had two girls opposite me both on the paddle peddles. This didn't keep me from trying anyway - I got a few minutes in, but my feet were too big to keep up the angles necessary, so I was relegated to passenger.
We had a half-an-hour, around the pond, and still had 20 minutes left. We got together with another boat, and held on, then two more boats joined up, so we had a four boat wide flotilla in the pond. We went back and forth this way a little before being called back.
As we left to walk further, the next people out were hooking their boats together (we may have started something)!
On to the Waterfall
So the bulk of the group walked down the straight path (which still mostly went "up", and along a trickling stream. Some of the group stayed here to just enjoy sitting. Had I known this, I may have joined them, but I was still near the front of the pack, moving on. There were some bridges, and places where we had to jump across the creek. Then we came to the trickle. It was a fairly high waterfall, but there wasn't a lot of water. It was pretty, and you could definitely see the potential for a great spring view, but wasn't really spectacular in this form.
I went up a staircase to the top of the falls, to look down, and expected that this would be the end of our experience. Then the ranking member of the group saw a sign about a scenic overlook some many meters ahead, and decided that we should drive on.
The Path to Frog Rock
This is where I start falling behind the group. The path was a lot of "uphill", and not a lot of "flat". I kept going. I passed a few people who had decided to stop along the way and wait for the groups return. I was determined to not be left behind, so I kept going. I caught up to the group again at the second of a few stair-cases (made of rusty metal bound by bamboo), and lost them again not to far later. Someone said it was only 20 more minutes further. 15 minutes later, someone said it was only 20 minutes further.
Finally, we made it to something called "Frog Rock". It was decided at this point that it was too late in the day, and that we would have to turn back. I took a group photo (without me in it), and we left to head back down the trail.
There was a big bag full of balls and prizes, and no place flat to do the "game". A few people kept volunteering to carry this bag, and had taken it all this way, just to take it back to the parking lot again.
Way Back
It had been about 1 and a half hours of walking to get up to Frog Rock. It took 20 minutes to get back. I took some pictures, but we mostly just walked. We got back to the train, and took the last ride out of the gorge to the parking lot (there was a foot-path, but nobody wanted to have to do that).
Slide
I decided to ride the grass slide. This was a whole lot of fun, but there's no photographic evidence that I did it. I can simply attest to the 300 stair steps back up the hill to get back to the top again. I could have taken a second ride, but it simply didn't seem worth more stairs.
Parking Lot
So there was a toss the ball game. Two groups, and the idea was to pass three different sized balls around the group in order, and whichever group got the balls around the most times would win. Then we went back to the bus.
I won a prize on the bus ride for knowing how to spell Eminem. I spelled it both ways, the second... (M-A-R-S-H-A-L-L M-A-T-H-E-R-S). Everyone was confused as to how I knew his real name. I absolved myself from any more questions. It was unfair. I know English much better than anyone else there.
Sunday, November 4, 2007
My Halloween
Haidian District
October 31, 2007
From both my work friends and my hotel friends, there were a lot of questions about Halloween that I was not able to answer at a deep enough level. Just the cursory stuff that everyone can easily look up. Of course, what everyone was looking for was a way for me to communicate the "experience" of Halloween. To my mind, this isn't really possible. I hope my reluctance to share hasn't been taken as rude... it's just not easy to express...
To me, most of the "experience" of Halloween is gained from having grown up in a country where you "dress up" as your favorite character, and go door to door asking for candy. There isn't much more to it for me, once I grew up. The time when scary movies are usually released, the time to buy some candy for any trick-or-treaters that will come by. There's pumpkin carving (which I really don't enjoy much). Otherwise, it's just another day.
While it was never my intention, outside of work, I've fallen into the habit of hanging out with people who are not from here. Most of them also stay at my hotel, so I'll share a ride home, and then we might also catch dinner. Some of them I've met through other people who are far more outgoing than I am. The people at the hotel that I know are from many countries; UK (more of these than any other group), Germany, New Zealand, Japan, Singapore, India, and Australia. Then there's me and the other American.
So, some of the people at the hotel suggested having a Halloween party. Having a party on Wednesday night is not a particularly good idea, but it went ahead anyway. There is a room that used to be a bar in the hotel that we used, and the format was pot-luck.
I searched the local grocery for things I recognize, and I decided to make deep fried Chicken Wings. Tobasco sauce is available from the imports section, so I made them Buffalo style. Simple party food. The apartment still smells like fry oil though.
Nobody attempted to dress up or anything. Overall the party was a lot of fun, but I stayed up way too late for a work night.
October 31, 2007
From both my work friends and my hotel friends, there were a lot of questions about Halloween that I was not able to answer at a deep enough level. Just the cursory stuff that everyone can easily look up. Of course, what everyone was looking for was a way for me to communicate the "experience" of Halloween. To my mind, this isn't really possible. I hope my reluctance to share hasn't been taken as rude... it's just not easy to express...
To me, most of the "experience" of Halloween is gained from having grown up in a country where you "dress up" as your favorite character, and go door to door asking for candy. There isn't much more to it for me, once I grew up. The time when scary movies are usually released, the time to buy some candy for any trick-or-treaters that will come by. There's pumpkin carving (which I really don't enjoy much). Otherwise, it's just another day.
While it was never my intention, outside of work, I've fallen into the habit of hanging out with people who are not from here. Most of them also stay at my hotel, so I'll share a ride home, and then we might also catch dinner. Some of them I've met through other people who are far more outgoing than I am. The people at the hotel that I know are from many countries; UK (more of these than any other group), Germany, New Zealand, Japan, Singapore, India, and Australia. Then there's me and the other American.
So, some of the people at the hotel suggested having a Halloween party. Having a party on Wednesday night is not a particularly good idea, but it went ahead anyway. There is a room that used to be a bar in the hotel that we used, and the format was pot-luck.
I searched the local grocery for things I recognize, and I decided to make deep fried Chicken Wings. Tobasco sauce is available from the imports section, so I made them Buffalo style. Simple party food. The apartment still smells like fry oil though.
Nobody attempted to dress up or anything. Overall the party was a lot of fun, but I stayed up way too late for a work night.
Monday, October 29, 2007
Food Impressions
Bread
I think of bread as being anywhere between San Fransisco sourdough to rye to Wonder white. Potato Bread, cottage, Italian sesame loaf, split top country, English muffins, bagels; hard or soft, biscuits; dropped or cut. Even the low carb options that are not really bread at all would be much appreciated in this place of rice and noodles.
Wait though, it's not that bread doesn't exist. There's a lot of bread here. I just don't recognize most of it. Bread here is usually sweet. I tried some Bimbo bread (Bimbo is based in South America)... I figured South Americans wouldn't screw with bread. Sweet, almost a smell of sugar. Just doesn't work with a ham sandwich, cheese and mayo.
Finally, I found a type of bread called "Morning Breakfast" that's the closest thing to "bread" as I know it - a pretty standard white bread. It comes in mini packages of 6 slices for as much as twice that much of most other kinds. I pay the premium.
KFC
MWM, It's pretty much the same. Colonel Harland Sanders secret recipe was not screwed with. However, I've not delved beyond the original recipe sandwiches. There's lots on the menu that I don't recognize, but I didn't go to KFC because I was feeling adventurous. It was wholly a need for something familiar. Haven't been to Cold Stone, DQ or Haagen Dazs yet.
Chinese Food
I can be quoted as saying, "a billion people can't be wrong," when people asked me how I would handle the food over here. Turns out that a lot of the billion go to Thai and Korean restaurants. Ultimately, there's a lot of "normal" food here that is sometimes difficult to stomach because of what it is (not how it tastes), like pork blood noodles (usually served with mostly wheat noodles, but present for flavor). There's another set of food that's hard to take because the tastes are just hard to deal with, I blogged about some of these in "Adventures with Hairy Crab in China". I had a street vendor flat bread, with Sesame seeds on it. It had the taste of eggs, and was warm - 1 yuan for a decent sized piece. I'm betting that the locals can pay even less for it, but I'm not about to attempt to bargain at my skill level not for something so inexpensive. I've had great Thai, Japanese and Korean BBQ here. I had some "O.K." Chinese food, but as they say... nothing to write home about.
I think of bread as being anywhere between San Fransisco sourdough to rye to Wonder white. Potato Bread, cottage, Italian sesame loaf, split top country, English muffins, bagels; hard or soft, biscuits; dropped or cut. Even the low carb options that are not really bread at all would be much appreciated in this place of rice and noodles.
Wait though, it's not that bread doesn't exist. There's a lot of bread here. I just don't recognize most of it. Bread here is usually sweet. I tried some Bimbo bread (Bimbo is based in South America)... I figured South Americans wouldn't screw with bread. Sweet, almost a smell of sugar. Just doesn't work with a ham sandwich, cheese and mayo.
Finally, I found a type of bread called "Morning Breakfast" that's the closest thing to "bread" as I know it - a pretty standard white bread. It comes in mini packages of 6 slices for as much as twice that much of most other kinds. I pay the premium.
KFC
MWM, It's pretty much the same. Colonel Harland Sanders secret recipe was not screwed with. However, I've not delved beyond the original recipe sandwiches. There's lots on the menu that I don't recognize, but I didn't go to KFC because I was feeling adventurous. It was wholly a need for something familiar. Haven't been to Cold Stone, DQ or Haagen Dazs yet.
Chinese Food
I can be quoted as saying, "a billion people can't be wrong," when people asked me how I would handle the food over here. Turns out that a lot of the billion go to Thai and Korean restaurants. Ultimately, there's a lot of "normal" food here that is sometimes difficult to stomach because of what it is (not how it tastes), like pork blood noodles (usually served with mostly wheat noodles, but present for flavor). There's another set of food that's hard to take because the tastes are just hard to deal with, I blogged about some of these in "Adventures with Hairy Crab in China". I had a street vendor flat bread, with Sesame seeds on it. It had the taste of eggs, and was warm - 1 yuan for a decent sized piece. I'm betting that the locals can pay even less for it, but I'm not about to attempt to bargain at my skill level not for something so inexpensive. I've had great Thai, Japanese and Korean BBQ here. I had some "O.K." Chinese food, but as they say... nothing to write home about.
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