tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313932501856028602024-03-14T08:00:15.198-07:00Wuhan ThinkingBlah Blah 拉肚子Wheelsboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13973023624171079063noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331393250185602860.post-33433364820440324382016-01-07T07:48:00.000-08:002016-01-07T07:48:26.684-08:00Dear America, Get it Together<b>What follows is an open letter to my own beloved country.</b><br />
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Long time no see, how have you been? That's a rhetorical question, of course, because I know things are pretty shitty right now. How do I know? Well, because I have access to the Internet, so I see every last bit of soul crushing news that you can fit on a Facebook timeline or a <i>Foreign Policy </i>article. Mass shootings seem to be a weekly event, cops can't seem to stop killing unarmed people of color, and, in case you haven't noticed, the leading candidate for president from one of our two political parties is an openly racist, misogynistic megalomaniac that looks like a condom full of orange juice. </div>
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I tried to make an important point there; we only have TWO PARTIES. This guy isn't vying to represent some tiny, ultra-right wing party in a Bulgarian parliamentary election, he is trying to represent half of the party system of the ENTIRE UNITED STATES.</div>
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You know, all this wouldn't be so hard to bear, seeing as I don't live in the U.S. except for one month a year, but, as it turns out, much of the world has access to the same Internet that I mentioned earlier. You know what that means? It means they get to read the same stream of embarrassing, saddening shit that I do. It also means that, as an American, I inevitably have to answer for the all the insane things my country produces. </div>
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In the past, I would run into the occasional anti-American classmate or stranger at a bar (usually European, go figure). They would greet my nationality as an invitation to take me (remember, to them, I am "America", not "an American") to task on whatever facet of America they most despised. Usually, it revolved around US foreign policy, or the fact that we are fat, or the fact that we produce a constant stream of mediocre media. </div>
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Much to their surprise, I do not rip off my shirt to reveal the bald eagle tattooed on my chest, while simultaneously punching them in the face and screaming our national anthem. Instead, I calmly reply that, on the whole, I agree with them. America is not the shining beacon of light that many believe it to be. It is flawed in ways that, as a non-American, they will never understand like Americans do, much the way I will never understand China the way Chinese people do. Then we go on to discuss how things might be improved. I once spent an hour describing the inherent racism of America's justice system to a Sudanese guy, an Afghan guy and a Vietnamese guy. I am not sure how to feel about the fact that I have been told on more than one occasion that I am "not like other Americans". The implicit meaning being that "other Americans" are loud, ignorant and arrogant.</div>
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Thing is though, that interaction is changing in both frequency and tone. I am getting less "Oh, America is great!" or "I would love to go there some day!" and more "Why do you guys keep shooting each other?", or "Did you here that horrible thing (insert Republican presidential candidate name here) said about (Muslims, minorities, women, etc.)?". </div>
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My point is, some time in the last year, America's image in my neck of the woods started to go down the toilet. Don't get me wrong, we are still the stuff of dreams for many of my classmates. I live in a dorm with people from more than 90 countries, and many of them would love to live in America. But every time they here about another black man being shot by white cops, or a politician suggesting we round up Muslims, America loses a little bit of its shine. Sure, Donald will eventually crash and burn, but the damage has already been done. </div>
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I work tirelessly to represent my country in a positive way. I am as polite and well-spoken as I can muster, because I know that for many of these people, I am the only American they know. That is a small burden, but it seems to be getting heavier and heavier with every passing year.</div>
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So, America, please, for the sake of people those of us who aren't home to take care it ourselves, get your shit together. </div>
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Love,</div>
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Wheelsboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13973023624171079063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331393250185602860.post-16130353536656957802015-08-06T02:16:00.000-07:002015-08-06T02:16:14.557-07:00No, she is not my girlfriendSome of you may be aware that I chose to forgo a career enhancing internship opportunity this summer in favor of a less practical option, traveling to Kuala Lampur and Bali. Well, two weeks and one iPhone 5S later (more on that later), I can honestly say that I made the right choice.<br />
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I don't come from a "vacation family." The Robertsons are not known for jetting off to the Caribbean, or hitting the slopes in Colorado. No, our vacations consisted mostly of 13 hour drives to Canandaigua, NY to visit family and swim in gramma's pool or heading an hour north to Smith Mountain Lake in Virginia, and I'm honestly OK with that. I never felt like I was missing out on anything. Plus, I can't stand the ocean.<br />
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The answer to all these questions is the ocean. Take me to a lake any day.<br />
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We had originally hoped to have a four person party on this trip, but two people had to drop out, leaving just my friend Natalia and I. This proved to be a running problem for us during this trip, as every taxi driver, hotel clerk and stranger on the street was <i>absolutely convinced </i>we were a couple. I became quite used to creating awkward situations with the phrase, "No, she is not my girlfriend."<br />
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The trip began July 10 with our flight to Kuala Lampur, Malaysia (I've chosen to skip the ticket buying process, because I don't have enough electronic ink to describe how stressful it is to buy tickets through Chinese websites). Nothing interesting to report other than how strange it feels to go to a country where you do not speak the language.<br />
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I realize this might sounds ridiculous coming from someone that already lives in central China, but it's far from the same thing. I long ago grew comfortable with the fact that, push comes to shove, I'll be able to communicate in China. Here, I am more than just a tourist, or at least I don't feel like a tourist. I speak the language, I understand basic cultural norms and that seems to afford me some level of dignity.<br />
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In Malaysia and Indonesia, however, I am no better than the next stupid tourist, walking around hoping to find someone that speaks English to help me find a bathroom. I felt helpless in a way that I sincerely did not appreciate. It should be noted that English is prevalent in both nations to a degree that astonished this Chinese immigrant. For example, I had a fascinating conversation with a Malaysian taxi driver who used to train bomb sniffing dogs in Virginia. Try having a conversation in English with a taxi driver in Beijing. You can't.<br />
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Our first day of actual sightseeing brought us to the world's largest free-flying aviary. In other words, lots of birds there. All jokes aside, it was a pretty amazing place, and the animals were beautiful, when they weren't pooping on you from the trees (you know I can't put aside jokes for more that one sentence at a time).<br />
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The following day we visited Batu Caves. I normally prefer to avoid super touristy spots. Living in China, I see enough people as it is, so the idea of cramming my way into another subway car or bus to visit a site that ten million people a year come to see doesn't really get my juices flowing. This trip, however, taught me that sometimes these sites are popular for a reason. Take these caves, for instance. They are stunning, not only for their natural beauty, but for the human creations that surround them. Again, my photos sucks and/or were killed by the ocean (Sorry, we're still not to that part of the story), so I have raided Google images.<br />
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You might be saying, "But, Ethan, they are so cute! Look at it eat that juice box!"<br />
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Sure, but he stole that juice box, and probably from a child! Somewhere, there is a child crying, wishing they still had a juice box. So if you like monkeys, you must hate children. You should be ashamed of yourself. Plus, they have sharp, scary teeth. Need I say more?<br />
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Our final day was spent in the central market buying gifts, which, for obvious reasons, I will not discuss here. Stay tuned for the next installment, when we head to Bali, Indonesia.</div>
Wheelsboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13973023624171079063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331393250185602860.post-41171879606398457272015-04-23T20:18:00.000-07:002015-04-23T20:18:03.217-07:00How to cure a cold in ChinaSo I found myself feeling a bit sick last night. There's been a cold bug going around and I have been thoroughly bitten. So, what does a young man living in China do when he thinks he's getting sick? It's simple, really; you gather together all the drugs you can from around the world and take as many as humanly possible.<br />
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Last night, I took a yellow pill from Poland about the size of fist.<br />
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"Be careful," my friend warned me, "you might get a little dizzy when you take it."<br />
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Duly noted. I followed that up this morning with two more of those pills. Unfortunately, I misread that same friends text message. This is what I read:<br />
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Wheelsboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13973023624171079063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331393250185602860.post-76888135666257826692015-01-04T07:33:00.002-08:002015-01-04T07:33:48.270-08:00A Very Wuhan Christmas (and New Year)Yep, definitely dropped the ball on the whole one post a week thing. Oh well.<br />
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So it's the holidays, even on this side of the planet, so I have a few new experiences to report. The first of which is what it's like to spend Christmas away from home. I don't know what I was expecting, but it wasn't all that dramatic. I certainly missed my family and friends at this point, thinking often of the various traditions that accompany the holiday season. Oh, and the food, God I missed the food. But I didn't fall into a deep depression and stay in my room crying and trying to make homemade eggnog.<br />
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The atmosphere around China certainly helped with that. For those of you wondering if your average Chinese citizen celebrates Christmas, the answer is yes, but also no. You see, China has adopted Christmas in its most secular, commercialized form. Christmas trees? Check. Christmas lights? Check. Any mention of Jesus' birth? Conspicuously absent. Christmas in China is basically another excuse to go shopping. I think it's kind of fantastic, in the unadulterated capitalistic sort of way, but it does lack the jovial spirit of an American Christmas. It left me feeling a bit cold to be honest.<br />
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Luckily, my Christmas festivities were much more enjoyable. A few friends and I organized a secret Santa gift exchange. Of course two hours after picking names out of a hat, everybody knew who was buying them their present, which kind of defeats the purpose. At least I had a pretty great gift (got my friend a rockin' pair of superman underwear, going to have to go back and get myself some as well). Christmas day we all went out out for dinner. The original plan was to go to KTV as a group, but half our party was way too tired, so in the end it was a ragtag group of four that made it there; me, an Irishman, a Chinese guy and a Polish girl. If that sounds like the set up to a bad joke, I agree.<br />
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KTV, perhaps more than any other activity, relies heavily on the attitudes of its participants. If you can find a group of people that really want to have a good time and aren't worried about looking like an ass while they do it, it's going to be amazing. But if you have just one person that sits there and judges everyone, it will be awful, truly awful. Thankfully, this group was here to make this a memorable Christmas. I can't fully describe what transpired in that room, but we sang for at least four hours. We're talking duets, solos, barbershop quartets, everything. You name it, we did it. At some point my Irish friend decided he was very hot, and got into his underwear. This only added to the atmosphere. It was a Christmas I will not soon forget.<br />
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It should be noted that we did not enjoy any time off from classes during this break. The Christmas break part of Christmas didn't make it over, I'm sad to say. But we coped, mostly by not actually going to class. I am a studious man, just not on during the holidays.<br />
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Unfortunately, New Years did not bring the same level of enjoyment as Christmas. A couple hours of drinking in anticipation of the night out was followed by boring time passed at bars that I barely remember, and not because I drank that much. Of course, I'm old now, or at least my body thinks it is, so I woke up the next day feeling like I had headbutted a train. This lead to much introspection on why I drink alcohol in excess the first place, but that's for another post.<br />
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Now I find myself somewhat hungover from the holidays that weren't really holidays. All I can think about now is that I'm less than 21 days from being home. I am a week away from my final exams and I can't say I'm especially excited about it. Here's to hoping that I can bring it all together for a beautiful finish.<br />
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<br />Wheelsboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13973023624171079063noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331393250185602860.post-61585572695828696362014-12-14T18:54:00.000-08:002014-12-14T18:54:00.489-08:00Since last we spokeI remember when I started this blog that I had every intention of writing at least one post a week, but somewhere between memorizing hundreds of new Chinese words and watching Guardians of the Galaxy twice in one day, I kind of lost track of it. So here I am, ready to make up for my absence. By my calculations it has been about two months since my last post, so I'll start by trying to cover what happened in that time.<br />
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In a word, turmoil. No there hasn't been any earthquakes or peasant uprisings, this is the more subtle, internal turmoil. I have had more existential crisis in the last two months than in my previous 23 years combined. I told this to multiple people, somewhat jokingly, but it's completely true. My time in Wuhan has caused me to question my entire life plan, my commitment to Chinese and my understanding of who I am. Remember when I wrote that somewhat obnoxious initial post about how I will eventually laugh at this blog, how evolving is the best thing that you can do to become a better person? Well, I failed to remember that change is often accompanied by many stressful nights laying in bed wondering what exactly I have gotten myself into.<br />
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Don't get me wrong, Wuhan has been great. You can scroll down and see I have made some amazing friends, seen beautiful places and experienced wonderful things. But I am far from fulfilled. I have never in my life had so much trouble motivating myself to get things done. Part of the problem is the difference in teaching styles between the US and China. Whereas I have become accustomed to homework assignments, quizzes and a multitude of tests each semester to gauge my progress, the Chinese have a more relaxed system. There are only two real grades for the semester, a midterm and a final. The impetus to study and prepare for those tests is on you. The teacher will not force you to do anything, you have to create your own regiment to study by.<br />
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This problem is rather simple to solve; you just work harder. But a simple problem isn't necessarily an easy one. In fact, this might be the most difficult problem I have encountered in my academic career. Never have I felt this much weight on my shoulders, yet have no idea how to relieve it. I am a goal oriented person, I need steps to track my progress and know I am on the right path. Here, I have none of that. So I must create my own path. Trouble is, I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE TO START. So instead of working my ass off and learning the Chinese I need to, I feel like I'm treading water.<br />
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Put simply, I need to find the old Ethan. The kid that filled notebook after notebook practicing characters, the one that would walk down the street mumbling Chinese to himself like a schizophrenic. I have improved in almost every way over that kid, but he sure as hell loved Chinese. That is what I am truly searching for, my passion for this language, the thing that let me spend all those hours studying instead of watching TV or reading inane internet articles.<br />
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Before anybody starts panicking, I should establish that I know this is a temporary problem. I will figure out a way to study that can help me reach my goal of Chinese fluency. Something will click into place, I just have to work hard to make it happen. Until then, I struggle on.<br />
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Oh, and I promise to post more often...maybe.<br />
<br />Wheelsboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13973023624171079063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331393250185602860.post-71585078457423290082014-10-23T23:08:00.003-07:002014-10-23T23:08:38.378-07:00Safety is our #6 prioritySorry it took so long to get this final day up, no doubt many of you have completely lost interest at this point. That's understandable, but hopefully I can win you back with my adventures in ignoring any pretense of safety.<br />
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Day three started with a breakfast at a restaurant/cafe called Mr. Show. It's a chain of places that offer your average selection of what China calls "Western" food. That's a loose term of course. I have yet to meet a chicken nugget or hamburger, outside of a Chinese McDonald's, that even comes close to resembling what you would get back home. Honestly, I'm fine with that. If you came to China to eat cheeseburgers, well, you're an idiot. Go home. The defining feature of the Mr. Show menu wasn't the food really, but rather the garbled English translations that could be found. About the only thing that was properly labeled was the fried fish sticks. Actually, I got the fried fish sticks, and it would probably have been more accurate to just take the word "fish" out of the name and just call them "fried sticks." Oh, and they didn't have any coffee. At 10:00 AM. At a coffee shop. China is a mysterious place.<br />
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After breakfast we took a couple taxis to our destination for the day, 小雷山, also known as Little Thunder Mountain. LTM is a scenic, if a bit touristy, spot outside of Huangshi where you can hike, swim, rent paddle boats and ride on the world's sketchiest roller coaster. More on the roller coaster in a minute. The hike up the mountain was uneventful. This wasn't what we would traditionally call hiking in the US. It wasn't trails with jagged rocks and tree roots, this was stairs, lots of stairs. But it was beautiful, and after a month of Wuhan's stellar pollution I was thoroughly enjoying some time outdoors.<br />
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Now, I can appreciate the views you might get from riding on this thing, but I'm not quite sure it is worth almost certain death. The best part is that the actual motions of the coaster won't kill, no it is only about 200 ft long, with three turns. Instead, the world's worst case of tetanus, courtesy of the roughly one million rusty edges that will threaten your head, neck and torso. will probably be your end. </div>
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Moving past the death machine, we journeyed to the highest point of the mountain, the temple. But first, we had to climb about a thousand more steps. The picture below gives you an idea of how intimidating this part can be.</div>
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I wasn't sure that getting to the top would be worth all the effort. I was quite happy to be wrong.<br />
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The only thing more surreal than the views was what happened at the top. Somehow my friends and I ended up sitting in a circle on the floor and singing songs from our respective countries. We're talking songs about Polish wars (according to Natalia, all Polish songs are sad and talk about war, go figure), Finnish songs, Australian drinking songs and my own offering, Burl Ives' classic <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jyL2LJvkbN8" target="_blank">"Fooba Wooba John."</a> Can't get much more American than a nonsense folk song from 1959. Ned also sang <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JqowmHgxVJQ" target="_blank">"Big Rock Candy Mountain"</a> about three times, because we made him do it. Mind you, we're sitting in the middle of the floor, surrounded by Chinese tourists who very much enjoyed watching the foreigners make complete asses of themselves.</div>
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The zip line was about as sketchy as they come. No high tech safety equipment here, people. Just a rusty harness held together by your own sense of indestructibility. I added to the danger by filming my trip down. I would describe my phone holding technique as a death grip. See that video <a href="http://youtu.be/E0zRncDnfbk" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
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Upon landing, I explained to the men that I had "smashed my eggs." They thought this was very funny. Follow <a href="http://youtu.be/VJ8jQNsKDuY" target="_blank">this link</a> to see what happened when Bobby got stuck 20 feet from the landing pad.</div>
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Our pursuit of near death experiences was not over, however, as we still had to take the slide down to the bottom. The common thread between these two conveyances is that they would never be allowed to exist in the United States, aside from in some redneck's homemade carnival.<br />
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Like the zip line, this slide is probably not what you were picturing. Here are is a short list of materials that would have been safer and less painful to use than the polished marble that was employed in the construction of this slide:<br />
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2) Fiber glass<br />
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6) A sheer drop with a thin mattress at the bottom<br />
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The slide was divided into three sections. The first section was my most painful, thanks to the turn that came right about when you reached top speed. Note the lack of banking on the sides, replaced instead with 90 degree angles. That meant you didn't so much turn as you did bang off the wall like in a pin ball machine. Most of us took the impact with our hips, but I put my arm down hoping to cushion the blow. This resulted in a pretty sweet marble burn, something I did not know existed until that moment It's currently turning into a nice pink scar.<br />
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The fatal flaw in this design was really the roof that covered it. Due to said roof, you were unable to see how long of a run-off you had before the slide ended. That was especially scary on section two, a straight drop to a flat section about 6 feet long. That gave you approximately .5 seconds to slow yourself or you would fly off the end into a set of concrete stairs. We all managed to escape that part alive, but Robyn almost took out Bobby at the knees when she came off the slide doing roughly Mach 2. Section three was a downhill followed by a flat and another down hill. I caught about a foot of air, but managed not to have to use the landing zone at the bottom. That safety feature consisted of a mat stuffed with what must have been plastic bags and a cargo net to run into<br />
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All the zip lining and beautiful views was great, but the true highlight of this trip happened in the last five minutes. As we tried to leave, a group of Chinese people begged us to take pictures with them. This resulted in what you see below, culminating in the picture of me and my Chinese family.<br />
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Our final half day was a great way to end. We met Bobby's family at a Sichuanese place where we ate a good deal of frog legs and chicken feet. I was also drunk on Chinese rice liquor at around 1:00 in the afternoon. This was not by choice, but necessity. When the chief of police (Bobby's dad's friend from school) asks you to drink with him, you damn well drink. Hopefully I will never have to call on him for help, but know he'll remember me if I do.<br />
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created by the Chinese government back in 2000 for the purpose of stimulating
the tourism industry and giving people a chance to visit their families. I
can't help but wish that the American government would take up the "let's
just make up a holiday so we can hang out for a week" stance of which the
communists are so fond. Regardless, for me and my classmates it means we had seven days to do whatever our minds can imagine and our incredibly small
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hour and half outside of Wuhan, is a "small city" by Chinese
standards, with only about 2.6 million people. That's twice the population of
New Hampshire. Small city. Right. Anyways, Bobby was born and raised in
Australia, but his parents are from Huangshi and they often visit family there.
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go as planned. For starters, we couldn't get a taxi to stop and pick us up.
This is partially our own faults as it was around 4:00, the time when taxi
drivers change shifts and then get dinner. Therefore we walked about a mile
down the road with our thumbs out before we finally got a ride. Once we got to
the station we found out there were no more tickets available. Also we were at the wrong station. So much for that
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was lost, Bobby's dad, Michael, volunteered to come pick us up from the
station. Now I mentioned before that Huangshi is about an hour and a half from
Wuhan, which makes it very interesting that Bobby's dad arrived about 45 minutes
later. Turns out he is my kind of guy, the kind of guy that drives his Mercedes
SUV about 110 MPH down the highway. We hopped in and I got to see that driving style
firsthand. It was awesome. The man threaded that 6,000 lbs SUV like a needle
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dad is a man of means. When I say means, I mean millions. Here’s an example;
Bobby works at a country house-style hotel in Sydney called Milton Park. One
day his dad visited and fell in love with the place, so he bought it. Then he
returned to Huangshi where he built another restaurant/hotel and named it Milton Park in homage to the original. This would become a running joke on the
trip. When we walked into a building one of us would always say, “I like this
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if you met him. He doesn't dress in Louis Vuitton or wear gold chains, in fact he
worked at McDonalds in Australia and he’s about as down to earth as a guy can
be. He’s also incredibly generous and he’s the reason I am staring at a
bookshelf in my room and why I never have to pay for laundry (his uncle bought
him a washing machine, which I refer to as “my” washing machine all the time. I
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TonyNickDanny. TonyNickDanny earned this title because he simply couldn’t decide
on an English name, leading Bobby and his brothers to combine all his ideas
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From the left: TonyNickDanny, Natalia (Poland), Robyn (England), Virag<br />
(Hungary), Bobby (Australia), Aino<br />
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It was a great time, especially the never ending Budweiser and sparkling grape juice (I preferred the grape juice, if I'm being honest). I of course love this type of occasion as it gives me the chance to make jokes in front of an audience, the purpose of my existence. Once dinner was over we went downstairs and hung out till 1:00 when we decided to head to our hotel and promptly fell asleep. Stay tuned for days two through four.</o:p></div>
Wheelsboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13973023624171079063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331393250185602860.post-25723384807426177922014-09-25T06:09:00.000-07:002014-09-25T06:12:10.597-07:00Why I will be embarrassed by this blog in a few years (and why that’s OK with me)<div class="MsoNormal">
Like any reasonable human being, I find myself a bit
embarrassed by the concept of a blog like the one you are currently reading; the
type of blog that puts forth the idea that the author’s individual experience is
worthy of not only being preserved, but also being shared with others. I find
myself shirking away from the idea that my thoughts, and the events that will
make up the next few years, are worthy of being given a platform that could
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I could say that I am just doing this for other people, for
my family and friends that can’t be here to witness it, who rely on me to know
what transpires in my life on the other side of the world. But that would be a
lie. I do desire this kind of platform, but not so my words can be read by
others. No, I want this because in a few years I want to be able to look back
and laugh at myself. To realize that not so long ago, I was a very different person.
It has only been a year since I wrote my last blog and already I find myself chuckling
at some of the posts. Some are painfully cliché, and some are just poorly
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Most of all, however, I laugh at them because they represent
a person that no longer exists. I am no more the person that wrote those posts than
I am the toddler version of myself, or the awkward teenager (some would argue
that the awkward phase has yet to end, I would not disagree). This is true not
only on the physical level, where old cells give way to new ones until
literally none of the original remains, but on a much deeper level. I simply do
not think the same as the Ethan that wrote those words. Too much experience has
come since then, every little event tweaking my outlook just a little.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I think this is a wonderful thing. Experience has honestly made me a better person, and I find it to be true of others as well. Any person that can
honestly say that they still think exactly the same way today as they did five
years ago, despite all that has happened in between is not someone with which I
would associate. This is especially true for someone my age, a time when we should be changing every day as we absorb the lessons that will make us who we are for the rest of our lives. I can say that I am light years away from the kid that started
college at Carolina, having given thought to topics I never even considered
before, meeting people and visiting places that completely changed my world view.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I hope that in a few years, I will look back at this blog at laugh. If I don't, well, then I have done something terribly wrong. </div>
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Oh, and I promise all my posts won't be this grandiose. China has a way of providing you with stories to tell.</div>
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