I've realized that living in China is a lot about extraordinary amounts of waiting--waiting in line, waiting for the bus, waiting in traffic, waiting for water to heat up; waiting for the power to be restored, waiting to start teaching again, waiting for the right moment to share truth...
You are pleasantly surprised when the bus comes, when the traffic moves, when classes begin, and when a student asks you a meaningful question. I just hope that He will fill my days of waiting with patience, perseverance, and fruit, instead of irritation and frustration. I never want to feel like I'm just wasting time or wasting life...
And now we are waiting for the Internet to return after it has been off for 2 weeks. It is a bit costly to go to a Chinese coffee shop to update my blog or to communicate with my family in America. I am currently sipping pricey jasmine tea just so I can be connected with people back home. Now I smell like a mixture of smoke and flowers. I am trying just to come here once every other week.
The Chinese New Year festivities ended last weekend with Lantern Festival. It seems like there's a "festival" every two weeks. Lantern Festival brings about the conclusion to the partying and holiday atmosphere that surrounds the Chinese New Year. Everyone sets off fireworks, which is impressive in the country that invented and mass produces fireworks.
On that day it was unusually warm. The smoke from the fireworks hung so thickly in the air, that it was like a blanket. My eyes and nose burned. Even the stores were draped with smoke inside from the abundance of fireworks. Thankfully it started raining the next day and hasn't stopped since.
And with the end of the holiday, teaching has finally begun in earnest once again! I feel quite glad to see my dear students, and to feel somewhat useful in life. My students look well, although some of them have super crazy hairstyles. Perms on boys have never appealed to me, but that is all the rage--especially poofy, permed, maroon-colored perms. One boy has a very curly mohawk that looks more like a bird's nest than anything.
One particular class was quite interesting, and made me realize how I loved being back in the quirky teaching environment here in Nanchang. In the middle of class, a man with a hammer and tool bag nonchalantly walked into the front of the classroom, just a few feet away from me. He started wrenching away wood on the door, sometimes hammering and chiseling in spurts. He also was carrying a pane of glass to put in the door since it was missing a window.
I just stared at him, like, "Are you serious?" Then when I started talking in English to my class after a pause, HE stopped to stare at me. I think he just realized at that moment that I was a foreigner. Then I stopped and stared at HIM again. My students thought this was hilarious. He finally finished up his carpentry/glass work and went on his merry way.
I have also been eating lunch and hanging out with students again. They light up my life. One girl told me, "You are much too tall and thin! But now your face is fatter." Having a round face is apparently beautiful in China, although I'm not convinced. All my muscles have melted away and have been replaced with lamb kebabs and rice.
Today it poured from dawn to dusk without stopping. Students were extremely wet, and we had to jump around puddles the size of lakes, since there isn't any drainage here. Then in our apartment kitchen we have bowls and towels trying to stop the leaking ceiling and windows. Everything seems to be spewing water. But for some reason I don't really care. Living in China helps you to be much more carefree about most everything. As long as I eat and sleep, I'm okay.
Thanks for everything!! I'm sorry I haven't been able to blog lately, but I'm sure you understand. I'm just so thankful for your thoughts! Oh, and please think of us this weekend as we have several studies going on...
P.S. My English is getting worse by the day! Today my students corrected me when I wrote "twelvth" on the board instead of "twelfth."
Friday, March 5, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Earthquake City: Sichuan Part 2
Special note: I am currently sitting in a very strange Chinese "coffee shop" in Nanchang to get some expensive Internet. I am posting about a million posts today. They are repaving the roads around our school, so for some reason that had to cut the phone and Internet. It will be off probably until next week. So I decided to post all the rest of the blogs from my little travel series. You don't have to read them all at once; take your time. But make sure to scroll down for ones you might have missed. Thanks for joining in the adventure!
February 18, 2010:
I've seen so many different parts of China, that I feel like there's nothing left to see. But I know there is... Jenni, Kelsey, and I left early this morning from the town of Dujiangyan. It is only about 45 minutes away from Chengdu, but it seems a lot different. It is damp and chilly like Nanchang, and there are some parts that are very ancient and beautiful. The city is surrounded by lush mountains, blue rivers, and huge trees. It's pretty nice and scenic.
We mostly walked around town, visited Jenni's school, and took pictures. The whole place and all its architecture seemed very "China-y." A lot of the ancient temples and buildings had survived the May 2008 earthquake, which had a 7.9 magnitude; it was the newer structures that collapsed.
Even nearly two years later, there was still quite a bit of evidence there had been a devastating earthquake. Dujiangyan has a population of 400,000 people, and 10,000 of them died. At one collapsed middle school 900 children died. It's all sort of
overwhelming to be in a place of such tragedy and natural beauty all mixed together.
The city was like a huge construction project. Many people still lived in temporary housing, and sudden gaps between buildings showed where structures had once stood. There were some crumpled, half-standing buildings that were still waiting to be replaced. Cranes were everywhere. It was mind-numbing to see all of the construction projects, especially apartment complexes. Most Chinese cities are constantly experiencing a building boom, but this was extreme.
And there was still so much rubble. The outskirts of the city were just huge rubble fields. They must have dumped a lot of the ruins from the city there. The rubble was mixed with half-collapsed countryside houses that had been abandoned. Even buildings that were still standing and being used often had signs of damage, such as missing bricks, huge cracks, and jagged concrete facades. All the bridges and most of the roads and highway overpasses were brand new after being destroyed. It was like the city had to be rebuilt nearly from scratch.
So that was my very interesting day. Dujiangyan was beautiful, but it was also a bit eerie. Life has sprung up from the ruins, and it was amazing to see just a glimpse of the consequences of such a powerful earthquake. It just makes me sad to know that there were thousands of lives lost, especially because so many buildings crumpled like matchsticks.
Well, tomorrow Kelsey and I fly back "home" to Nanchang. I think I'm ready!
(Dujiangyan).
(Center of Dujiangyan).
(On a nearly empty bus with Jenni).
(Rubble behind the walls).
February 18, 2010:
I've seen so many different parts of China, that I feel like there's nothing left to see. But I know there is... Jenni, Kelsey, and I left early this morning from the town of Dujiangyan. It is only about 45 minutes away from Chengdu, but it seems a lot different. It is damp and chilly like Nanchang, and there are some parts that are very ancient and beautiful. The city is surrounded by lush mountains, blue rivers, and huge trees. It's pretty nice and scenic.
We mostly walked around town, visited Jenni's school, and took pictures. The whole place and all its architecture seemed very "China-y." A lot of the ancient temples and buildings had survived the May 2008 earthquake, which had a 7.9 magnitude; it was the newer structures that collapsed.
Even nearly two years later, there was still quite a bit of evidence there had been a devastating earthquake. Dujiangyan has a population of 400,000 people, and 10,000 of them died. At one collapsed middle school 900 children died. It's all sort of
overwhelming to be in a place of such tragedy and natural beauty all mixed together.
The city was like a huge construction project. Many people still lived in temporary housing, and sudden gaps between buildings showed where structures had once stood. There were some crumpled, half-standing buildings that were still waiting to be replaced. Cranes were everywhere. It was mind-numbing to see all of the construction projects, especially apartment complexes. Most Chinese cities are constantly experiencing a building boom, but this was extreme.
And there was still so much rubble. The outskirts of the city were just huge rubble fields. They must have dumped a lot of the ruins from the city there. The rubble was mixed with half-collapsed countryside houses that had been abandoned. Even buildings that were still standing and being used often had signs of damage, such as missing bricks, huge cracks, and jagged concrete facades. All the bridges and most of the roads and highway overpasses were brand new after being destroyed. It was like the city had to be rebuilt nearly from scratch.
So that was my very interesting day. Dujiangyan was beautiful, but it was also a bit eerie. Life has sprung up from the ruins, and it was amazing to see just a glimpse of the consequences of such a powerful earthquake. It just makes me sad to know that there were thousands of lives lost, especially because so many buildings crumpled like matchsticks.
Well, tomorrow Kelsey and I fly back "home" to Nanchang. I think I'm ready!
(Dujiangyan).
(Center of Dujiangyan).
(On a nearly empty bus with Jenni).
(Rubble behind the walls).
Hello Sichuan: Sichuan Part 1
February 17, 2010:
I've been traveling for a very long time now. This morning Kelsey and I got on our 7th airplane of the past month to fly to Chengdu in Sichuan province. We only have about a day and a half here. I managed to buy two inexpensive plane tickets for us from Chengdu to Nanchang on the 19th. I am so thankful we won't have to take a 24 hour train ride home. And I feel a bit excited and pleased that my Chinese has progressed enough that I can buy plane tickets fairly successfully!
We've only been in Chengdu for a few hours, but I can tell why it is so famous. It is a big, clean city of 11 million people nestled in between beautiful, misty mountains. Whey does Nanchang seem like a sweatshop in comparison to all these cities we've been traveling to?
We're staying the night at a hotel here with my friend Jenni who lives in a nearby city, Dujiangyan. We will travel there tomorrow for a short day trip. She's really sweet and let us check our email on her computer. I've been away from the Internet for a mere 10 days, but in this day and age, that's like an eternity. It is nice to once again be connected with my family, but I don't really care about much else. It was rather nice to live in isolation...
As I flew over the snow-capped mountains of Xinjiang and Tibet this afternoon, I just thought about how much I've grown and learned, even in the past month. I've experienced so many things and people, and I've seen parts of the world that remind me how creative and powerful the Father is. I think I've changed, and I want to take these experiences to lead a different life now--a life that is more meaningful, more confident, more courageous, and more reflective of Him.
(Xinjiang/Tibet from the air).
(Downtown Chengdu).
(A huge statue of Mao in downtown Chengdu).
I've been traveling for a very long time now. This morning Kelsey and I got on our 7th airplane of the past month to fly to Chengdu in Sichuan province. We only have about a day and a half here. I managed to buy two inexpensive plane tickets for us from Chengdu to Nanchang on the 19th. I am so thankful we won't have to take a 24 hour train ride home. And I feel a bit excited and pleased that my Chinese has progressed enough that I can buy plane tickets fairly successfully!
We've only been in Chengdu for a few hours, but I can tell why it is so famous. It is a big, clean city of 11 million people nestled in between beautiful, misty mountains. Whey does Nanchang seem like a sweatshop in comparison to all these cities we've been traveling to?
We're staying the night at a hotel here with my friend Jenni who lives in a nearby city, Dujiangyan. We will travel there tomorrow for a short day trip. She's really sweet and let us check our email on her computer. I've been away from the Internet for a mere 10 days, but in this day and age, that's like an eternity. It is nice to once again be connected with my family, but I don't really care about much else. It was rather nice to live in isolation...
As I flew over the snow-capped mountains of Xinjiang and Tibet this afternoon, I just thought about how much I've grown and learned, even in the past month. I've experienced so many things and people, and I've seen parts of the world that remind me how creative and powerful the Father is. I think I've changed, and I want to take these experiences to lead a different life now--a life that is more meaningful, more confident, more courageous, and more reflective of Him.
(Xinjiang/Tibet from the air).
(Downtown Chengdu).
(A huge statue of Mao in downtown Chengdu).
Good-bye: Xinjiang Part 8
February 16, 2010:
Today was our last full day in Xinjiang. The biggest event of the day was in finding meals on our own. A lot of Chinese places are closed because of the Spring Festival holiday, so we ended up eating lunch and dinner at pretty ethnic places.
For lunch we ate at a very earthy Kazakh place. We ate la mian, which is so good! It is a plate full of thick noodles and a tomato sauce with slightly spicy beef. We also drank tea out of a bowl, which seems to be the Xinjiang custom.
And for dinner we ate a beautiful Uighur restaurant. Again we drank tea out of a bow. We also had zhua fan and lamb kebabs. My body is being revived with such great meat here.
In between meals, we took a taxi to Da Ba Zha, the Uighur market that Reborn and her friend took us to last week. On the way there, you could still see signs of a city feeling the effects of the July incident. The army has taken over an entire theater, which I assume must be there command center or something. Transports of soldiers in armored trucks patrol the streets. Groups of soldiers with automatic weapons and helmets walk around. Police and citizens in red armbands also add to the watchful eyes on the streets of Urumqi.
And speaking of the streets of Urumqi, they seem really unique to me. One minute you're in China, and the next minute you've stepped foot in the Middle East. People sell big, round loaves of fresh bread on the street, exotic music plays from the shops, and mosques dot the landscape. Many of the Uighur men have mustaches and fur hats. The women wear colorful headscarves and long dresses down to their ankles. Some women have their entire faces covered.
So overall, I've really enjoyed Xinjiang, and I'm so thankful for this opportunity. It's a place less traveled, and it's changing by the day. I'll remember this awesome experience for a long time. What an adventure!
(A mosque and restaurant rolled into one).
(Uighur food: Zhua fan and tea in a bowl).
(With a Uighur and his gigantic hat!)
Today was our last full day in Xinjiang. The biggest event of the day was in finding meals on our own. A lot of Chinese places are closed because of the Spring Festival holiday, so we ended up eating lunch and dinner at pretty ethnic places.
For lunch we ate at a very earthy Kazakh place. We ate la mian, which is so good! It is a plate full of thick noodles and a tomato sauce with slightly spicy beef. We also drank tea out of a bowl, which seems to be the Xinjiang custom.
And for dinner we ate a beautiful Uighur restaurant. Again we drank tea out of a bow. We also had zhua fan and lamb kebabs. My body is being revived with such great meat here.
In between meals, we took a taxi to Da Ba Zha, the Uighur market that Reborn and her friend took us to last week. On the way there, you could still see signs of a city feeling the effects of the July incident. The army has taken over an entire theater, which I assume must be there command center or something. Transports of soldiers in armored trucks patrol the streets. Groups of soldiers with automatic weapons and helmets walk around. Police and citizens in red armbands also add to the watchful eyes on the streets of Urumqi.
And speaking of the streets of Urumqi, they seem really unique to me. One minute you're in China, and the next minute you've stepped foot in the Middle East. People sell big, round loaves of fresh bread on the street, exotic music plays from the shops, and mosques dot the landscape. Many of the Uighur men have mustaches and fur hats. The women wear colorful headscarves and long dresses down to their ankles. Some women have their entire faces covered.
So overall, I've really enjoyed Xinjiang, and I'm so thankful for this opportunity. It's a place less traveled, and it's changing by the day. I'll remember this awesome experience for a long time. What an adventure!
(A mosque and restaurant rolled into one).
(Uighur food: Zhua fan and tea in a bowl).
(With a Uighur and his gigantic hat!)
Return to Urumqi: Xinjiang Part 7
February 15, 2010:
Thank you, Father, for getting us back to Urumqi! I feel very vulnerable without Reborn. But he has provided for us every step of the way.
This morning Kelsey and I got on a bus in Aletai. Reborn's family was there to see us off in the bitter cold. Before we left, they even got on the bus to argue with people who were sitting in our seats. They're awesome and I already miss them a lot. I loved being with them. It was a lot like the Father's grace with the gift of the Son. We don't deserve it and can never pay it back. We can only receive it with open hands and hearts.
So somehow we made it back to Urumqi. This time we had seats, so I could look at the scenery out the frosty window. It was pretty much the same view the whole time--hundreds of miles of the most barren, open land I've ever seen. And it was all white. But there were interesting things to see, and I'm glad to know that China isn't all one gigantic cityscape like Nanchang. Everything is so clean and fresh here.
I loved looking at the herds of horses, which were attended to by rugged, bundled-up men on horse-back. Our bus also had to slow down several times for camels that were walking along the road. None of them had people on them, although some of them must
have belonged to someone, because a few had beautifully embroidered blankets on. Sometimes I also saw lone herders with furry sheep and rams, as well as very tiny-looking, beige-colored deer roaming freely about. Everything was so open, vast, and wild. Xinjiang is literally China's last frontier!
When Kelsey and I arrived back in Urumqi, I was a little nervous, since I'm unfamiliar with the city and my Chinese is quite limited. But we managed to book a decent hotel room near the bus station using my Chinese, and also got a nice dinner. We will be here for another day and a half. Thanks, Father, for bringing us here safely. Continue to watch after us, especially since we look and feel very vulnerable...
(A herder with horses on the road back to Urumqi).
(The bathroom for women on the side of the road. It was a hole in the snow).
Thank you, Father, for getting us back to Urumqi! I feel very vulnerable without Reborn. But he has provided for us every step of the way.
This morning Kelsey and I got on a bus in Aletai. Reborn's family was there to see us off in the bitter cold. Before we left, they even got on the bus to argue with people who were sitting in our seats. They're awesome and I already miss them a lot. I loved being with them. It was a lot like the Father's grace with the gift of the Son. We don't deserve it and can never pay it back. We can only receive it with open hands and hearts.
So somehow we made it back to Urumqi. This time we had seats, so I could look at the scenery out the frosty window. It was pretty much the same view the whole time--hundreds of miles of the most barren, open land I've ever seen. And it was all white. But there were interesting things to see, and I'm glad to know that China isn't all one gigantic cityscape like Nanchang. Everything is so clean and fresh here.
I loved looking at the herds of horses, which were attended to by rugged, bundled-up men on horse-back. Our bus also had to slow down several times for camels that were walking along the road. None of them had people on them, although some of them must
have belonged to someone, because a few had beautifully embroidered blankets on. Sometimes I also saw lone herders with furry sheep and rams, as well as very tiny-looking, beige-colored deer roaming freely about. Everything was so open, vast, and wild. Xinjiang is literally China's last frontier!
When Kelsey and I arrived back in Urumqi, I was a little nervous, since I'm unfamiliar with the city and my Chinese is quite limited. But we managed to book a decent hotel room near the bus station using my Chinese, and also got a nice dinner. We will be here for another day and a half. Thanks, Father, for bringing us here safely. Continue to watch after us, especially since we look and feel very vulnerable...
(A herder with horses on the road back to Urumqi).
(The bathroom for women on the side of the road. It was a hole in the snow).
Year of the Tiger: Xinjiang Part 6
February 14, 2010:
Happy Chinese New Year! Yesterday ended with fireworks, and the day also began with fireworks. Apparently you have to set off fireworks in front of your house to ward of evil spirits. Reborn's dad wrapped a roll of firecrackers around an old crutch, stuck it out the window, and exploded them. Everyday I'm thankful that I haven't been in a building that hasn't burned down yet.
Today is the day in China when you visit your relatives and neighbors and sit in their houses for hours on end. Kelsey was exempt from a lot of this, because of her knee, but I still had the privilege to visit all these people and bring them many gifts. It is the day that I was finally ready to leave Xinjiang. It is tiresome to sit forever, especially when you don't understand a lot of what is being said, and they are shoving plates and plates of food in front of you all day long.
In the early afternoon we went to a random aunt and uncle's house with more random aunts, uncles, and cousins. We were there for several hours. We ate lots of interesting food like cow stomach, sheep stomach, horse stomach, gelatin from cow feet, etc. Some Kazakh neighbors also came and treated us like long lost relatives. I thought it was interesting that the Kazakhs and Han were friends, but the Uighurs and Han weren't...
Then we returned to Reborn's house for Kelsey to rest. Reborn and I went back out in the cold to make the trek to visit her grandparents' house again. Many of the stores were closed, so we had a difficult time finding some fruit to bring to them. We hiked to their apartment and sat and watched the same annoying CCTV (Central China Television) Spring Festival performance that has been playing non-stop since yesterday. I have now seen it four or five times. I want to go crazy.
At one point they had an elaborate dance with Uighurs. There were beautiful women and handsome men, and little children dancing with backpacks. Reborn said that they were singing about how much better their life is now, and how happy communism has made them. I asked her, "Were they happy before that?" She answered, "No, of course not." And then everyone in the room talked about how much they disliked them; even hated them. I was so angry and sad.
After that, Reborn and I arrived back at her house to have about the 12th meal of the day. Tomorrow Kelsey and I leave...
Happy Chinese New Year! Yesterday ended with fireworks, and the day also began with fireworks. Apparently you have to set off fireworks in front of your house to ward of evil spirits. Reborn's dad wrapped a roll of firecrackers around an old crutch, stuck it out the window, and exploded them. Everyday I'm thankful that I haven't been in a building that hasn't burned down yet.
Today is the day in China when you visit your relatives and neighbors and sit in their houses for hours on end. Kelsey was exempt from a lot of this, because of her knee, but I still had the privilege to visit all these people and bring them many gifts. It is the day that I was finally ready to leave Xinjiang. It is tiresome to sit forever, especially when you don't understand a lot of what is being said, and they are shoving plates and plates of food in front of you all day long.
In the early afternoon we went to a random aunt and uncle's house with more random aunts, uncles, and cousins. We were there for several hours. We ate lots of interesting food like cow stomach, sheep stomach, horse stomach, gelatin from cow feet, etc. Some Kazakh neighbors also came and treated us like long lost relatives. I thought it was interesting that the Kazakhs and Han were friends, but the Uighurs and Han weren't...
Then we returned to Reborn's house for Kelsey to rest. Reborn and I went back out in the cold to make the trek to visit her grandparents' house again. Many of the stores were closed, so we had a difficult time finding some fruit to bring to them. We hiked to their apartment and sat and watched the same annoying CCTV (Central China Television) Spring Festival performance that has been playing non-stop since yesterday. I have now seen it four or five times. I want to go crazy.
At one point they had an elaborate dance with Uighurs. There were beautiful women and handsome men, and little children dancing with backpacks. Reborn said that they were singing about how much better their life is now, and how happy communism has made them. I asked her, "Were they happy before that?" She answered, "No, of course not." And then everyone in the room talked about how much they disliked them; even hated them. I was so angry and sad.
After that, Reborn and I arrived back at her house to have about the 12th meal of the day. Tomorrow Kelsey and I leave...
New Year's Eve: Xinjiang Part 5
February 13, 2010:
Happy Chinese New Year's Eve! It is Spring Festival time and the mood is quite festive here. It's a little like Christmas, and it's nice to be around a Chinese family.
This afternoon Reborn and I braved the cold to go run some errands before everything closed for the New Year, which is tomorrow. Kelsey stayed home to rest her knee. I felt a lot colder than yesterday. Then Reborn and I decided to go ice-skating outside. Or actually I skated; Reborn watched. It was pretty fun, although my fingers just about froze. I could barely move them. And it wasn't the best idea to drag Reborn around in the cold. Now she has a high fever.
Although everyone didn't feel the greatest, we went to Reborn's grandparents' tiny apartment for a huge meal and to set off firecrackers at midnight. It was a special occasion, and I'm glad we got to spend it with such a great family.
There were 21 people in a room about the same size as our dining room in Topeka. It was hot and smoky and a bit uncomfortable. We sat all squished together around a wooden table on little wooden stools. Kesley and I were the guests of honor, so we go to sit by Reborn's grandparents.
The grandpa was quite an interesting guy. He had a really terrible hearing aid that was basically a microphone in one of his ears. He could barely hear, because he was in the "Old" Red Army in the 1940s. I'm not sure why the grandma is also practically deaf. They have five sons and one daughter. Reborn's dad is the oldest son.
At midnight we went outside to set off fireworks. It was a lot like the Fourth of July, except we were in Siberia and it was a lot crazier since everyone in the apartment complexes were also setting them off. It was a very memorable experience.
(Ice-skating in a freezer).
(Some of the many dishes at our New Year's Eve dinner).
(With the grandpa and his creative hearing aid).
Happy Chinese New Year's Eve! It is Spring Festival time and the mood is quite festive here. It's a little like Christmas, and it's nice to be around a Chinese family.
This afternoon Reborn and I braved the cold to go run some errands before everything closed for the New Year, which is tomorrow. Kelsey stayed home to rest her knee. I felt a lot colder than yesterday. Then Reborn and I decided to go ice-skating outside. Or actually I skated; Reborn watched. It was pretty fun, although my fingers just about froze. I could barely move them. And it wasn't the best idea to drag Reborn around in the cold. Now she has a high fever.
Although everyone didn't feel the greatest, we went to Reborn's grandparents' tiny apartment for a huge meal and to set off firecrackers at midnight. It was a special occasion, and I'm glad we got to spend it with such a great family.
There were 21 people in a room about the same size as our dining room in Topeka. It was hot and smoky and a bit uncomfortable. We sat all squished together around a wooden table on little wooden stools. Kesley and I were the guests of honor, so we go to sit by Reborn's grandparents.
The grandpa was quite an interesting guy. He had a really terrible hearing aid that was basically a microphone in one of his ears. He could barely hear, because he was in the "Old" Red Army in the 1940s. I'm not sure why the grandma is also practically deaf. They have five sons and one daughter. Reborn's dad is the oldest son.
At midnight we went outside to set off fireworks. It was a lot like the Fourth of July, except we were in Siberia and it was a lot crazier since everyone in the apartment complexes were also setting them off. It was a very memorable experience.
(Ice-skating in a freezer).
(Some of the many dishes at our New Year's Eve dinner).
(With the grandpa and his creative hearing aid).
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