Showing posts with label making friends. Show all posts
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Friday, December 30, 2011

A BYOO Christmas

So, after a wonderful month in the States and a busy month of Christmas cooking and covert elfing, I'm back to bring you up to date! I'm going to skip ahead to Christmas and fill in the blanks as time allows. 

Five other expats joined us for a Korean-Scottish-English-Canadian-American Christmas in China at our place. Naturally, it started with an adventure--after opening gifts I went to start the stuffing only to realize we didn't have gas or hot water. A few phone calls later and we luckily got the meter reset so we were back in business. Then we realized our turkey had yet to be cleaned. True, the intestines and stomach were gone but it still proved to be a treasure trove of surprises!

Brian's Christmas quote of the year: "It's as if it's giving birth to itself!"





Our Christmas was a BYOO affair. Bring Your Own Oven. Since our ovens are all tiny things that can only hold one dish at a time we needed three to pull this meal off! And thank goodness one of our friends has the biggest oven you can find here--it was just big enough for the turkey. It came with a roasting pan that slides in the oven in place of a rack. But here's where the fun begins. The roasting pan is only wide enough for a hair's width of overlap on the tracks. So when you add a 12lb turkey, the weight of it is enough to sag the pan and send it crashing straight down on top of the element. After repeating this comedy of errors multiple times we ended up putting a mixing bowl on the bottom of the oven between the elements and just set the pan on the bowl. Well, transferring the weight to the bowl made the bottom of the oven pop off, so then we had to shim that back into place as best we could. We were estimating 3 hours cooking time and it was looking pretty darn good around that time. So we took it out, but realized it wasn't ready yet. So back in it goes and we're checking it every 15 minutes or so. About 45 minutes in the internal temp still hasn't risen and we're commenting that we must have maxed out the oven, because it is now cold. Turns out we never turned it back on. Oops! So another 30 minutes more in an oven that's actually ON, and we had a juicy, delicious bird! Phew!

Sewing up the bird China-style, with a quilting needle and yarn.



How I spent my days the last 3 weeks
All in all, I couldn't have imagined a better Christmas in China.

Monday, June 6, 2011

Duanwu Festival (Part 2)

At the end of my last post, (which if you have time, you'll want to read first), we were in Yuecheng, stuck on the wrong side of the river, trying to connect with Stella's friend Joanna on the other side. 

So off we trekked to the nearest bridge, only to find the first access gate to the stands locked. So was the second. And everyone exiting was wearing an official lanyard. So we stopped at a roadside food stand and soon we had an audience of about ten people involved in the discussion of how the heck we were supposed to get to the bleachers for the races on this side of the river. Eventually a security guard in a golf cart was flagged down and convinced to give us a ride to the main gate. Which was a long way away, especially since the battery was almost dead, giving it a top speed of perhaps 5 miles an hour. So he drove us right through the police barricade and dropped us off. We were finally (almost) there! One more 15 minute walk and we found Joanna. We now had 3+ hours to kill until the next races (which many people continued to inform Stella and Joanna on our behalf, the Russians had advanced to the afternoon semifinals, so not all was lost). So what does one do while waiting for dragon boat races to start? Why you visit your official Jiangsu Provincial Racing Pigeon Training Center, of course!




This motel's gone to the birds! yuk, yuk yuk....!

They wouldn't let us go in any further...but they told us they had 6,000 pigeons!

Next stop? Why, let's go pick peaches of course! Stella didn't know this, but it turns out the gentleman selling the peaches is the uncle of another of Stella's friends we happened to meet later in the day. The peaches we were allowed to pick were in a hothouse....so not that sweet. They are strangely crunchy and remind me more of a plum than anything else. But Stella and Joanna assured us they were a type of peach.



Darling daughter of a worker at the orchard. They weighed our fruit on their bedside table.


So now it's time to finally head back to the races. On the way we saw the Russian team. We naturally had to adopt them as our home team for the day, because if you're the only two Caucasians in a sea of Asians, you are by default assumed to be Russian. Why else would two Caucasians be there, other than to cheer on their motherland?


So what is Duanwu Jie all about anyway?  If you'll bear with me, here's a little history lesson--I promise it will bring a bit more sense to a holiday that involves dragon boat races and throwing rice into rivers!

Today, June 6, is Duanwu Jie--Double Fifth Day. The date changes every year. It's the fifth day of the fifth lunar month in the Chinese calendar and the final day of the three day celebration in honor of the poet Qu Yuan (340-278BC). Qu was a much loved member of the royal family who fought against corruption in the court. He was also a minister to the Zhou Emperor in his home state of Chu. This era is known as the Warring States Period, when many feudal states were trying to carve out their own kingdoms. When the Emperor allied Chu with the increasingly powerful state of Qin, Qu was exiled for his strong opposition to this alliance. In exile, Qu taught and wrote a prolific amount of poetry, for which he is remembered today. Twenty-eight years into his exile, the state of Qin conquered his home state of Chu. In despair, he wrote this final poem, and then drowned himself in the Milou River, on the 5th day of the 5th lunar month. (See, I told you this was related to the holiday!)

Many a heavy sigh I have in my despair,
Grieving that I was born in such an unlucky time.
I yoked a team of jade dragons to a phoenix chariot,
And waited for the wind to come,
to soar up on my journey.

It is said that Qu was so loved, that the local fisherman raced out in long boats beating drums to scare the fish away, and threw zongzi (rice dumplings) into the water so the braver fish not scared off by the drums would not eat Qu Yuan's body.  So to this day, people commemorate his death with dragon boat races and the eating of zongzi. The Chinese also believe if you can stand a raw egg on it's end today, the rest of the year will be very lucky.

We finally made it!

Starting line


It really was fun to watch. And talk about synchronization! The fast teams just looked flawless, and then there were some pokey teams wearing life jackets.

Before the final races, they painted the dragons' eyes red in order to wake them up.

We made some new friends!
These girls were darling! Twelve years old and eager to speak English with us. They were surprised we could speak a little Chinese ourselves! They were very outgoing and precocious (which Stella and her friends were constantly apologizing for, but I thought they were darling). They even told Brian he needed to shave! They were ecstatic when I asked to take a picture with them.


Then there was Stella's friend's brother's mother-in-law with her grandson. He was intrigued yet terrified by Brian.

Then these boys joined the bandwagon. Doesn't Brian look thrilled at this point?

The two younger boys were darling and although they didn't speak English, they seemed content just comparing their shoe size to Brian's, checking out his watch, and trying to touch his hair when he wasn't looking. When I pulled the camera out, the older boy seriously tackled the two kids just so he could be in it as well. Obnoxious. This photo is after giving him the stink eye to calm down. Lastly there was a random woman who gave me her baby (who immediately started crying),  took a photo, and left. Bizarre. We were truly a tourist attraction.

On to the races! Here's the Russians ready for action. They placed 2nd, so they advanced to the finals.

In the middle of the races, this garbageman trolled right on through.



So I know this was a long post--I hope making it to the end was tolerable! It was just such a fun day I didn't want to leave anything out. The only photo I have of the whole group we spent the day with (it grew to 3 of Stella's friends by the afternoon) is out of focus....but hopefully we can spend more time with them in the future. I truly had a fantastic day--hopefully they did too and didn't simply feel like they were doing Stella a favor by spending time with us. Regardless, I'm officially declaring it "my best day in China (so far)."





Duanwu Festival (Part 1)

So the annual Dragon Boat Festival was June 4-6.  At Stella's invitation, the three of us hopped in a cab to meet Stella's friend, Joanna, at the races in nearby Yuecheng. Joanna had warned Stella it'd be a 15-20 minute walk to get there, so when the cab dropped us off in the parking lot and a policeman told us which way to go, we set off and were treated to quite a picturesque walk. Yuecheng is very rural, and is actually more of what Brian and I were expecting life to be like for us here in China.  I took a ton of pictures I want to share, so I'm actually going to do two separate posts to keep the size manageable.


No space is unused in Yuecheng--small vegetable gardens were everywhere


After about twenty minutes of walking, the empty streets probably should have been a warning sign to us....

Grapes everywhere--for eating, not wine

Yes, it's exactly what it looks like. An outhouse and cesspool. PLEASE tell me they don't fertilize with it!

Loved this girl's fake glasses

So we get to a T in the road, where more police officers are posted, and they tell us we've walked in the wrong direction! The first police officer must have thought we were leaving? So, we turn back around....


Roadside grave sites. They were everywhere, but Stella said this is no longer legal. 

I found it all very enchanting, not eerie at all. The people here clearly have very simple lives, but are living in such a beautiful place. But I definitely wonder what this means for all the crops planted next to the graves!





So 90 minutes late we finally arrive! To find everyone leaving because the morning races are over.  The stands were literally 100 yards from where we parked. Why on earth did the policeman give Stella the directions that he did?!?! And why did we not notice the hoards of people there before we walked off in the opposite direction?? As truly the ONLY foreigners there, Stella told us everyone in the audience was talking about us, assuming we were Russian, as the only non-Chinese boat entered in the competition was from Russia. So Stella calls up Joanna to find out where she's sitting. Turns out she's on the other side of the river....  read more