Scenic Hills

The other weekend Stu and I took a walk exploring the hills behind the school.  From the base of the hills there appeared to be some pretty cool looking old temples to explore at the top.

At the base of them there was actually a really well kept temple area, but since he had already explored that one the day earlier, and since it cost a whopping 20 RMB (okay only about $3, but you’d be surprised how cheap you get while staying here) – the equivalent of 3 meals – we opted instead to trek up the hills in search of something new.

The path up wasn’t too bad, the path we took brought us up an unpaved road in the middle of a bamboo forest.

It was gorgeous.  It was the first time I had really seen a bamboo forest. After monkeying around in the trees I understood why almost all of the structures we had seen so far were built using bamboo scaffolding.  It is super strong and grows quickly and densely (all those kung-fu movies where they are doing crazy acrobatics from one bamboo tree to the next seemed a little more plausible …).

Further along the path became steeper and was formed of carefully placed stone.  Everywhere I turned I saw and heard strange new insects, though thankfully I didn’t see any gigantic centipedes along the path.  Strange orange wasps, hundreds of dragonflies, and the most colorful varieties of butterflies I’ve never laid eyes on.

There we came across some cool carvings in the cliffside.  I recognized some of the characters, but a few of the carvings were done a style known as Seal Script (a popular style about 1800 years ago, though it had been used much earlier and much later just as another style, and is still seen today in the signature stamps used in art).

Continuing along the trek up we came across a small group of people building the very trail we were on.  We got a few strange looks, and I wasn’t bold enough to take pictures, but they seemed like a friendly lot.  They spoke a very different dialect, but we managed to figure out that if we continued up ahead we’d reach the temple.

Not nearly as large as the temple near the bottom of the hill, we finally reached an old temple that looked like it had received little attention over the years.

A lone man stood watch over the temple grounds, sweeping the steps and courtyard.  I wondered what this may have looked like in its glory.  It was still a pretty magical sight, and just outside the walls there were thousands of dragonflies.  In the distance we could see another temple, and along the way we could see the sprawl of many cities before us.

We arrived to see this one was gated off, looking more like a fancy new residence.  Gated off and out of reach.

We went down the hill a different route and appeared to be entering some sort of nature preserve.  We kept passing these signs, roughly translated to “protect the forest, prevent fire … everyone has green” … huh, I think I missed something there.

The only other thing that clued us in that this may be a tourist area was the relatively well kept path with steps and sometimes a hand rail.  What had started out as a scenic trail soon became rather crappy.  Literally.  Why on earth one needed to take a duke right in the middle of the steps is anyone’s guess, but I guess it is easier to squat with a nice solid footing.  At first I thought it might have been animal droppings, but the toilet paper thrown aside and cigarette butts quickly dispelled any question of its origins.

We exited from the less than picturesque path through a beautiful archway and found ourselves at a tea plantation.

An old mansion on the property.

Leaving the plantation, we walked through a cute little town filled with interesting houses and many canals characteristic of the area.

Some ducks hanging out on the dock.

There is plenty to explore in the area so it seems me and my fellow foreign teachers really lucked out.  On our way back home we came across a posh little golf range and spa.  It was tempting, but we were smelling a bit feral after our hike, so we caught a little taxi and made it back home.

Respect for the Teacher.

Ahh, life here is a little hectic right now.

I still can’t really believe I am a teacher.  Seriously.  Me?  It is strange because I am teaching a pretty wide range of students, ages 13-19 and of such varying skill levels even in the same grade that it is really hard.  The younger ones are actually pretty good, it is the oldest ones who are the most troublesome and don’t really have much interest.  Still, I know that the older ones are under a lot of pressure to pass exams, so it is hard to get too upset.

For my first lesson in each class I’ve had them get into groups and come up with any questions they can think of to ask me.  The most typical questions and answers are …

Q: “Do you like China?”

A: “I love China!  I am so excited to be here because I have studied China and Chinese culture for many years.”

… applause …

Q: “What is your favorite Chinese food?”

A: “Dumplings.”

Q: “What do you think of our school?”

A: “It is beautiful and all the students and teachers are very nice and friendly”

… applause …

Q: “Do you have a girlfriend / wife?”

A: “No. I am too busy for love.”

Q: “Do you like Michael Jackson?”

A: “Umm.  In America we thought MJ was a little strange.  He lived in a big house filled with child’s toys.  So we thought he was a bit odd.”

Q: “Do you speak Chinese?”

A: “我会说中问。我的专业是中问和电脑。” – - – “I speak Chinese, my major was Chinese and Computers.”

They all get really excited when I tell them I speak Chinese.  The younger ones break out into a deafening applause which just cracks me up.  They also get sad when class is over, and I must admit, I do as well since they are so excited and a joy to be around.

I have 18 different classes, totaling about 600 students.  Yeah, its nuts.  I teach ten days in a row with four days off.  Seven out of the ten days I start at 7:50am, so I am trying to get used to getting up at 6:30.  The last time I did this was in high school.  It is rough.  I just started day one of five days in a row of teaching at 7:50am.  So. Damn. Early.  I teach each class twice a week, so 36 total.  Thankfully I only have four different age groups, so that mean I just need to come up with eight lesson plans a week and they are only 45 minutes long so … well, it is harder than I thought.

Needless to say, after the long and tiring days, I’ve got a lot more respect for teachers.

I am a teacher. Really?

Dressing conservatively for my new role.  Well, at least for the first week.

So the kids are a *bit* spoiled.  There were more Mercedes, BMW, VW, and other such fancy cars here on the the first day than I think I had ever seen anywhere.  On my first day, in my first class, I had one student from Korea, one from Japan, and one from New York.  Huh.  That was weird.  I guess his dad knows one of the principals at the school (they have three principals and a headmaster).  So the poor kid  just changed from an American school to a Chinese school, where he needs to get up at 6am, have classes from 7:50am – 9:30pm, and they do homework until midnight.  I told the other teachers I am going to make him my helper, and I think they are down with that.

At 9:30 on the first day of school, all the junior and senior students assembled on the soccer field to raise the flag and herald in the new school year.

It was interesting but also a bit odd for a westerner I think.  So many students and all of them seem so patriotic.  Perhaps just because patriotism is falling out of favor in the states, but they are all very happy when I tell them how excited I am to be in China.

My new home.

Teacher Dorms

The first few nights here consisted of many trips to the grocery store filling up on little necessities.  Stuart, Siobhan, and I looked rather like a bunch of freaks as the only white faces in a sea of Chinese people.  The people are mostly curious, but the stares do get a little tiring, though I am getting used to it and it is not too bad – a little “Ni Hao” usually puts a smile on their faces and they stop the blatant staring (no, not really – they just keep staring but with a wider grin on their faces).

The rooms dorms are pretty good, but and we have most everything promised to us.  No proper kitchen to speak of, but enough cooking gear and a little know-how will make it easy.

On my second night here, after cleaning all the surfaces of the furniture in my dorm, I made some new signs to cover the window to my dorm.

As I was putting up the sign, this not-so-little beast crawled into my room.

I smacked it with my sandal and freaked out a little.  The centipede (wú​gōng 蜈蚣)  looked like it was straight out of an Indiana Jones movie.  Shaking with disgust I walked into the hallway and saw my neighbor, the computer teacher named Xiao Shu.  After waving him into my room to see the monster that lay dying on the floor, he went back to his room, got an empty soda bottle, and scooped it up.  He explained that it was poisonous and that a student had been bitten by one earlier in the day.  The next day I went to our school liaison and promptly requested they put baseboards on our dorm doors.  I have no desire to wake up and have one hanging out beside me.

There are some beautiful hills behind the school, and what appears to be several temples on the top of them.  I can’t wait to climb up and see them, perhaps when our bikes have been fixed and the temperature drops a bit.

Hello Suzhou Blue Tassel School

Welcome to our posh private school on the outskirts of Suzhou.

So much going on!  The place is nice, almost too nice.  I don’t think this is really what most of China is like, but …

The school looks pretty amazing.

Spacious grounds …

… canals …

… and a beautiful garden.

That is a pomegranate tree. Really.

Yes, it is gated all the way around the perimeter.

An aerial shot of the school grounds from Google Earth.

Yangshuo Day Nine. Training Ends. Off to Suzhou Tomorrow.

Saying my goodbyes to my friends at Old Beijing – our local dumpling place.

Celebrating with friends at the fanciest restaurant in Yangshuo …

The view from the restaurant was pretty spectacular.

The food never stopped coming to our tables.  They even had sweet and sour chicken – my dad would be so thrilled!

… then off to karaoke at KTV …

… and then the Rooftop Bar with KC and her puppy Johnny Cash.

… some McDonalds to ease the pain of Bai Jiu perhaps?

All in all, a good night and good farewell to friends.

Yangshuo Day Eight.

Live teaching practice.  Ugh.

Journey to Moon Hill with Philippe, then swimming in the Yi Long River.  Legs are like jello.

Biking to Moon Hill, the highest point in Yangshuo.

Pushy ladies trying to sell us water all the way up Moon Hill, quite the little hike.

Success.

                                

On our way to the Yi Long River.

Swimming in the Yi Long.

Interviews for Buckland promotional materials. First gig doing voiceover work – while others went out, recording dialogues with Tina and Patrick for new Buckland textbooks to be used throughout China.

Evening dumplings with my friends at the Little Beijing dumpling and noodle place. Getting to know the owners better. Liu Lang Ming, you will be missed but I will find you again either here in Yangshuo or in Beijing.

Yangshuo Day Seven.

More training on how to handle a classroom with 70+ students.  Bring it.

Preparing my first lesson plan for English students here in Yanghshuo.  Looked up to see a spider the size of my fist on the wall three feet away from my head.

Yangshuo Day Six. TESOL training, swimming, eating a fish eye and cheek.

More training today, this time led by Ping and discussing some great tips about teaching English here.

During the lunch break Philippe and I rented bikes and went swimming in the Yi Long River.  It was a little trek there outside of Yangshuo, and it seemed like we might be getting a little lost.  But after finding the river again,  an elderly woman pointed in a direction and said the Chinese word for swimming (游泳) which I thankfully remembered.  The river was clean and unbelievably warm.  On the other side of where we were swimming, we saw Chinese tourists taking bamboo boat rides.  The scenery was magical and once again I found myself questioning if this could be a dream.

Later that day we resumed our training.  It was a long day and was finished off by stopping at our neighbors at the dumpling restaurant to relax for a moment before heading home.

Oh yeah.  I ate a fish eye ball for kicks at lunch.  Then I ate the cheek.  Eye bad.  Cheek good, but super rich and oily.  A fellow teacher from Winnipeg who was in broadcasting for 20 years told me I should try to get some English radio work while I am here.  Evidently it can be pretty lucrative and native speakers are highly sought after, and maybe with her connections … well, we’ll see.

Yangshuo Day Five. Training Begins.

First day of training.  It was a long one.  Started at 8am, ended at 9pm.  Tired, but I met a lot of new people -  students at Buckland College, and many new teachers with whom I will spend the next week of training.