I can't post up pictures in Blogspot!

For some reason, Blogspot won't let me post up pictures. It always comes up with an error. Any ideas?

Going with Jacob to Sichuan province today, it's above Yunnan province and meant to have one of the biggest populations in China. Also, spicy girls and guys! We're not spending too long in Chengdu, and then Anna will join us doing the classic 'back door' route to Yunnan, through little towns and villages such as Li Tang.. very tibetan in influences. Don't know how long I'll be there for yet... but exams after.

I haven't packed yet... but I'm going to wrap 'jiao zi' which is like a dumpling with some chinese girls for lunch... mmmmmm....

I've just succumbed and joined Facebook....

习惯了吗？

Due to dryness in the Yunnan province, the Chinese government has resorted to shooting rockets into the air. This act has prompted an environmental change- almost every night last week, it rained cats and dogs. How very strange.

In class the other day, the teacher asked us to talk about what we were not yet 'xi guan' about... that is not accustomed to in China. Here were some of the answers:
- The staring
- Children shitting on the side of the road
- The slowness of the checkout chicks at Carrefour (Coles is much more efficient!)
- The slowness of everything
- The spitting

The usual complaints. I'm ok with those things, it doesn't bug me as much as it seems to have bugged others. I've only seen a kid relieving himself once, and as long as they don't spit on me it doesn't matter. The slowness of Carrefour is something that you have to just take in your stride- besides I've never been in a rush to go anywhere afterwards. Life is just easy come, easy go.

Three points of 'strangeness in China' for myself:
-Lack of hot water during the cooler days. I'm supposed to have hot water at home, generated by electricity but it seems that it only effectively works during the warmer days. It's probably the solar power kicking in then. Having said that, today's weather is crisp and I had a steaming hot if not powerful shower. At least the water doesn't trickle.

- Using chopsticks for absolutely everything! I understand noodles, I understand rice.. but when I had a bbq with some lovely Chinese people on Sunday, I just really wanted a fork and knife. A fork, so i could bloody hold the fish and a knife so I could take some meat off it. And eggplants, don't talk to me about them! Their texture is such so that it is difficult to separate. It was a fun night, we drank tea and bbqed from 3.30pm- 10pm. Six and a half hours of eating and drinking, that is a record!

-The constant reliance of mobile phones. Chinese people seem to live by their mobile phones, and so do the rest of the population residing here. If an sms is sent, a reply is expected almost straight away. You are considered rude if you don't reply. A few times when I missed some calls, the next conversation started off with 'Why didn't you pick up my phone call?" I've improved my sms replying skills dramatically since arriving here...

Common traits of a returnee

I recently read this book called "The People's Republic of Desire", by Annie Wang. It was an enjoyable read with deep insights and entertaining memories. The first chapter "A fake foreign devil' caught my eye in particular: it describes the traits of a female "returnee", that is, someone who is chinese who returns back to their homeland to live. I found it resonated strongly with me.

Common traits of a returnee (as observed by Annie Wang).
1. They don't wear miniskirts of makeup like so many local girls do. They often don't look very fashionable and seem to care litle about such frippery (I have tried to avoid the frills, the sequins, the fake diamontes, etc)
2. They usually have obtained some sort of degree in the West (she's an American- Chinese so she mentions Yale and Harvard)
3. They are timid pedestrians. It takes them forever to cross an average Chinese road (I'm working on that!)
4. They don't smoke. In fact, they get dizzy around smokers (never again am I going karaoke with people who smoke. I really couldn't stand the limited circulation).
5. They don't like people to ask where they come from, especially someone who has just met them. If they are prodded of an answer, they to to pause for several seconds as if facedith a multiple-choice question. (So me! Even in Australia I get stumped at this question. I think I rotate with answers).

While I don't consider China my homeland, I am linked to it in a way which I don't quite understand. China claims me- my heritage, my face, my culture, my mindset, my ideals. It doesn't matter that I was not born in China, and that if I was to claim another country besides Australia to be my heritage major, it would be Malaysia. To be chinese is something that supercedes time. Because I look Chinese, I am who I am.

PS The next post will be full of fun and frippery!

Highway my way...

Finally, blogspot firewalls have been unblocked~! Just a few key memories, before I go to sleep:

Taxi drivers drive like mad here. There are no rules. Well, there are- if the traffic light is red, it means you should watch out a little more- and if there are no cars, you can go. I had a conversation with a taxi driver one day which was quite amusing, and it all started because he actually STOPPED at a red light. He told me that he was looking for a wai guo ren wife, which is a foreigner. I asked him why he was looking and he told me that it was because when there are red lights in traffic, foreigners actually stop. He also said that foreigners have more manners than chinese people. He was obviously talking about foreigners of western descent... anyway I disagreed with him- foreigners stop at red lights, not because it is polite, but because it is inherent in their culture to stop at red lights. We have been raised to obey traffic rules- and if not, the penalties can be quite hard on the pocket. I told him that policemen in Australia fine us if we disobey road rules- policemen in China just look on.

I went with a bunch of friends to eat dog the other day. Yes, the deed is done, and I don't feel any worse for trying it. Apparently, the Southern Chinese in GuangDong province are reknowned for their ability to eat almost anything. Over here, dog does not seem that popular- there was only one other table dining in the dog-restaurant. If I had to give a flavour, bland would be my description, but someone else said it tasted like deer.

Visited some hot springs an hour away from Kunming yesterday. It was heavenly dipping into different pools of hot/warm scented and flavoured water set amongst a forest of beautiful trees. I will upload photos soon. The ultimate relaxation experience- we also had an exfoliating scrub, massage and a salt scrub. I think I showered three times that day. I'm cleaner and more well scrubbed than ever before in my life.

I think foreigners living in China will never quite live like a chinese person. It is not so easy as Australia to be assimiliated into the national culture, even if you could speak the language and understand the culture perfectly. I never understood how greatly appearance influenced a person's mindset as I do now, living in China. I may disappear into the crowd sometimes, looking like a chinese person... but once I talk, everyone knows I'm not from the area. Others cannot hide so easily. Western people particularly live a lifestyle in China that may be considered priveledged sometimes. It's cool to be looked up to just because you look white. Just because you may be able to speak english. I cannot get a job teaching english so easily just because I look chinese. The larger schools need a western face for advertising. Forget the fact that the person they are using as their figurehead's mother tongue is swedish, and they are definitely not as good at english as I am! Other times it is fun to be overlooked. I don't receive the constant staring that others experience.