For to Make with the Glorious Revolution

So... last weekend was definitely tons of fun. Friday night we all went out for karaoke, which was definitely an experience in and of itself. Until we had to get up to leave at 6 the next morning. Then it wasn't fun. That being said, enough stuff happened since last Thursday to fill way more than one post, so I'm gonna save some of it to be posted in the next couple days.

Anyway, first thing Saturday we drove to Beijing and went to see Tian'anmen Square and the Forbidden City. It's kind of funny, because they're the two biggest tourist sites in Beijing (the Great Wall's kind of outside) and they're literally across the street from each other.

We went to see Tian'anmen Square first, and after looking around we went to Mao's Mausoleum which is at the end of the square. It felt quite a bit strange filing past to see the body of a person who's been dead for about 30 years, but in some ways it felt more like the sort of attraction you'd see at some at Disneyworld or something. This was mostly because the face looked almost like it was made out of wax and the fact that in the next room they dump you out into the Mao gift shop. I'm sure if Mao knew they were selling stuff with his face all over it (and selling it to capitalists, no less!) he'd be rolling over in his glass case.

Next we took the long hike across the road to the Forbidden City. That place is huge. Really that's the only way to describe it. There's just courtyard after courtyard, each one with a large palace looking structure overlooking at it. With every gate you pass through and at every courtyard you enter, you wonder how many more of them there can possibly be. Just know that it's a lot. Honestly, I can never imagine that sort or construction being built in America simply to serve as a residence. There would be so much public outcry that lots of people would end up being fired.

I suppose I have to write a caption simply because of the precedent I've set.

On Sunday we went to the Great Wall. The weather was somewhat disappointing, as the fact that it was misty meant that even though it was nice and cool you couldn't look into the distance to see the wall going and going as "into the distance" was about 30 feet. However, in some ways that added to the mystery of the wall, as it seemed to just keep coming out of the mists no matter how far I walked along it. In the end we did walk as far as we could along the one side, where we were greeted by a sign that said something to the effect of "You Can't Go Any Farther".

Possibly the best 10 yuan I've spent was spent there at the wall. There's little gift shops all over the place selling really cheap (and mostly useless) stuff, but one of them had the item I'd been looking for: a Mao hat. If you don't know what I'm talking about then scroll down to the next image. Anyway, wearing that thing as I went along the wall was one of the most entertaining things all trip.

One thing we've discovered since we got here is that Chinese people seem to be amazed by white people. They tend to stare unashamedly and a couple of times have asked for pictures. One guy even did a double take. Quite a few times we've discussed how absurd something would have to be for people to stare so overtly in the US. However, possibly the only thing that attracts more attention is a white person wearing a Communist Chinese cap (hereafter referred to as "The Mao Hat"). If I recall correctly, on the way up the wall alone I had four different people ask to take pictures with me, then a huge group of people at the top. This led us to believe that we're probably making some sort of Chinese urban legend about how if people are really lucky then when they reach the top of the wall they'll catch a glimpse of the Great White Mao. And in case you think that sound farfetched, quite a few people called me "Xiao Mao Zedong", which literally means "Little Mao Zedong".

But that wasn't even the best part. On the way down the wall, there was a mother and daughter that kept following closely behind us. Eventually, the mother shouted "Take a Photo!" and literally dragged her 10-year-old daughter kicking and screaming to take a picture with me. Needless to say we were laughing all the way up and down that wall and it was hardly an experience I'm going to forget.

The Great White Mao.

There were quite a few other things that happened this trip as well, but I think this was by far the most entertaining. So I'll save the rest to post when you're done laughing and/or thinking I'm insane.

I Live Yet Another Day

Soooo..... Today we had a culture class on Chinese painting. Perhaps the most interesting part was how the teacher started out pointing out the differences that it has compared to the Western style of oil painting. Much of the point of this blog (and indeed this entire study abroad trip) is to describe how things are both the same and different as at home. I thought the most significant comment she made was that Chinese painting focuses on capturing the spirit of what is being drawn while Western paintings focus more on creating a representation of reality. Of course, my interest could simply be because most of the other differences had to be with the actual technique of the drawing rather than the intent behind it.

At the end of the class, we got to try drawing ourselves. Let's just say my picture wasn't very pretty. It was however, at least one step (or even two!) above a stick figure.

I can't think of a witty subtitle.

As far as our Chinese language class, it's interesting to compare the order at which we learn certain things compared to how they teach it at Maryland. We just went over the various types of classes today, but that was something we never touched upon until my fourth semester of Chinese classes back home. But I suppose you can't do everything at once.

Unfortunately, the class is a bit behind what I've learned already, so I'm not really learning any new grammar. However, it has been a good chance for me to perfect the basics of the language (tones, pronunciation, etc.) without having to worry about being overwhelmed by the amount of new material. Plus, I also have to get acquainted to the simplified style of writing characters. In some ways it's almost like a completely new alphabet, although fortunately many of the characters are the same between both writing systems.

On a completely different note, it seems I got really lucky getting that picture up. My camera battery just died.

Also, as much as I've complained about the food, I have to say there's one thing I'll definitely miss (two if you count the prices). Bubble tea is almost everywhere. Already I know of at least three places to get it around Tianjin, which is more than I even am aware of at home. You can even get it at the grocery store. Also, for that matter, Coke is even better here (or Kele, as it's called in Chinese). I think they use actual sugar here as opposed to the corn syrup they use back home. It means it tastes really awesome without leaving a sort of sticky and disgusting aftertaste in your mouth. But I suppose it has to be better to balance out the whole lack of water apart from bottled water.

A Third Post in as Many Days? That's Impossible!

And yet my friends, it is possible. So yeah, everybody decided to go to the lab today (no more sketchy internet cafe!) to type up their list of phrases from Wild Swans that's due today. Believe it or not I actually had this done a week and a half ago, but I decided to tag along for the fun of it. And so I decided to type up another blog post while I'm at it.

After a week, Chinese food every day is starting to lose its novelty. Most people broke down Sunday night and went to the T.G.I. Friday's across the street. I however, stayed strong. I made it all the way until Monday before a few of us went to a pizza place. Of course, I got spagetti, which isn't technically American food, depending on how you argue it. Either way, I've decided the first thing I want when I get home is a nice burger. So if my family is reading this, I suggest you write it down.

As I've said before, the traffic here is nuts. However, the road signs are quite entertaining. Not the translations (of which there frequently are none), but the pictures. Here are two of my favorites:

It is advised to drive as fast as you can when you realize that a giant hand is going to smite you... with a telephone.

And here we're warned about the dangers of driving in a wine glass. They don't support cars very well.

Unfortunately, I later discovered that the second picture was an advisement against drinking and driving. I was disappointed how much it actually kind of sort of made sense. Needless to say I prefer my version better.

A Brief Respite from Seriousness

Well, I managed to get ahold of some time today (and a less sketchy place to surf the internet), so I got a chance to upload a couple of pictures. Do a quick skim over my two previous posts to see them.

Also, since I had this picture on my flash drive already, I thought I'd go ahead and post it. And yes, I do have a lot more where this came from.

On our way to Confucius' house we took a quick stop by the Mushroom Kingdom.

I Can't Think of a Good Title

Now that that's out of the way, here's what's new. Only a couple of hours ago I got back from the Shandong region. This morning we went to Mt. Tai, where we had a fun cable car ride up the mountain to the very peak. There was quite a few stairs involved, but fortunately the cable car allowed us to skip the other 6,000 leading to the summit.

Once we got there it was stunningly beautiful. I'm going to have a post of just photos mentioned in the blog (and another post of silly photos) when I get home, so then I can show you just how pretty the view was. It was just like going to the national parks back home, only people had started visiting a few thousand years earlier.

And here's the most beautiful part: for the first time in a week (and probably the last time until I head on to Japan), I saw the sun and a blue sky. China is both more and less polluted than I had expected. It's not a constant disgusting haze that hangs over you and makes you feel like you always need to shower, but it does result in the sky being permanently overcast. At times you can tell where the sun is, but you can never actually see it. However, at the top of this stunning mountain we were able to get above the layers of smog and get a breath of fresh air. Naturally, I think I got sunburned.

Notice the nice blue sky at Mount Tai. Wait until I post a comparison to Tianjin's sky.

On Saturday we spent the day visiting various sites associated with Confucius. The town we were staying in, Qufu, is Confucius's hometown. At three different places we were able to visit his burial place, a temple dedicated to him, and his mansion complex. Unfortunately the weather was unbearably hot and muggy, but it was still worthwhile to see these locations. He's one of those names that I've always heard in school and in books, and it was interesting to finally see something (well, someplace) associated with him.

Next week is Beijing, which will be incredibly different from Qufu (although the Great Wall will bring more stairs). However, you can expect to hear from me again before then. For now though, I believe I've said everything my fingers can bear to type and I wish you all well.

Now That I'm Here

Well, I had a brilliant picture to open up my first (wrong) impression of China, but unfortunately the USB port in the internet cafe I'm sitting in doesn't seem to like my camera. Maybe I'll get them up later.

To describe where I am, I'm in an internet cafe that's build into the support of an elevated highway. I don't know why they decided to turn the support pillar into a store, but they did. All around me are Chinese guys playing World of Warcraft, so it's kind of like being back in my dorm room with Wes (no offense Wes).

However, that only serves to describe my immediate surroundings. Much like the unposted picture, they represent a view of China that makes it seem a lot more like home than it really is. That's not to say it's completely different, but I suppose half the purpose of this blog (and the more meaningful purpose) is for me to go into depth into what I find the same and different. The other half is for me to point out the things I find entertaining for you to either laugh at or feel that I need to get a better sense of humor.

To warn you all right now, my posts are going to be long. I have so many things to say, both meaningful and not, that I'm sure I could keep writing long after my hour right now has run out. But I'll try to keep it as much to the point as I can both so that you all don't get bored and so that I don't fail the blog part of this study abroad by never actually talking about what I'm supposed to.

I suppose my first impression of China would be that it is very similar to America. Getting into the Beijing airport, the first thing that greeted us after customs were a Starbucks and a KFC (pictures hopefully coming later). On our bus ride to Nankai University, the highways seemed like those in America, and the signs even had English right next to the Chinese. The biggest difference was the number of times our bus driver honked the horn despite the fact that the trip took place from 11 pm to 1 am.

Hello, welcome to Beijing.

This leads to one of the differences I've noticed, the amount of honking that goes on. I'd read that that happens a lot in China, but I never really thought about why. Driving around, it's become clear that it serves a totally different function than it does in America. Back home, people honk only when they're pissed off or when an accident is imminent. Here, it's more of an advisement. Rather than "Hey, you're gonna hit me!" it's "I'm about to pass you, just so you know." And here it's necessary, what with the driving habits.

Frankly, I'm surprised we haven't seen an accident yet. The rules of the road are there are no rules other than don't hit anybody and don't get hit. And you can obey the red lights if you feel like it. People weave in and out and change lanes at a whim, giving no indication other than the occasional (or frequent) honk. I've only seen a turn signal be used once.

On the other hand, some things seem considerably similar, although they have their own foreign flavor. The dining hall where we eat has a familiar feel. You get your tray and chopsticks (well, the chopsticks aren't really the same), you wait in line to get your food, sometimes waiting a while when they run out of what you want, you pay with your meal card, then you go to sit at a table with your friends. That being said, the food is entirely different than the Diner (and a ton cheaper). I think the most I've paid for a meal is the equivalent of $2 (take that the Diner). The food here is actual Chinese food, unlike that fake Chinese food at the Diner. That and I don't order so much by saying the name of the food I want as much as I just point at it.

Oh, and so that you know, my posts might weave in and out and not really go in chronological order. There's so many things to say that I can't think of them all to say when I go to write. For example, I'm probably gonna right about the actual flight in another post even though I've already written about a lot of stuff that took place after it. And then once I get my pictures working there'll be the fun post about all the crazy things I found and took pictures of. Anyway, I suppose I've already written way way more than you're going to want to sit down and read at once, so I'll stop here. I hope all of you at home are doing well, and I'll see you in what is still gonna be at least a month.

I'm Leaving on a Jet Plane

Well, after much frustration over forgetting both which e-mail I used to make this blog and what password I used, I have finally made it in. This post serves no real purpose other than for me to make sure I can in fact make it into my account and make a post, both things which I should be able to do as a computer science major.

Fortunately, it appears I did make it to the point where I get to type in something to be posted, unless the site is just messing with me and will shatter all of my hopes and dreams the moment I hit "Publish Post."

Anyway, perhaps as I post more I'll become more acquainted with how this site works and my blog might look a little snazzier. And then I can say what I learned while in China was not the culture or the language, but how to make a blog.

And now that you've had the pleasure of listening to my internal monologue, I bid those of you I won't be seeing in a long time adieu.








P.S. I really hope this doesn't fail when I hit "Publish Post."

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