My second weekend was interesting.
I made my way to Tianjin via the Jibin Light Rail, but unfortunately it doesn't exactly get to my intended destination, Xikai Church.
The week before I took a random bus and walked a fair bit, so this week I was a bit lazy and decided to take a taxi.
Once I got to the end of the line, Shiyijing Road, I exited to the street level and I found a whole rank of taxis waiting for me.
Perfect. A bunch of drivers soliciting their services. Since I can't speak a word of Chinese, I show him a picture of the church sign in Chinese I took last week.
He agrees and gestures a "3" sign to me. Don't know what that means, so I just nod yes. I get into the taxi and another couple sits in the backseat. Strange. I guess that's what he meant by 3.
He pulls away, and the first thing I notice is that he doesn't start the meter. Not a good sign.
Then he proceeds by taking an indirect way to the church. At first I question this, but then realise its a way to avoid traffic. Fair enough.
We turn back into the main road after a couple minutes and I start to pull out some cash since the destination is approaching. The taxi driver sees my ¥20 and starts waving his hand, indicating some negative connotation. Is this ride for free?
Right before we get to Xikai, he drops off the couple on the corner before. The couple pays ¥13. Okay cool. I guess that's about right. And they've paid for me too! No wonder he was waving his hand in such a negative matter! The couple exit the taxi and we proceed about 300 meters down the road, when he stops.
I try to give him my ¥20 and he continues to wave his hand! So I try to leave but he points at my wallet. So I take out another ¥10, thinking it should at least be that much. With ¥30 in hand, he smiles. (So that's what he meant by his hand gesture "3"!) I complain that its too expensive in English. (Of course he has no idea what I'm saying.)
He then proceeds to take the money from my hands!! And then to top it all off, in English, he goes:
"BYE BYE."
I exit the cab, shaking my head, almost laughing to myself. I couldn't believe I was scammed. I paid 3 times more than I should have!
But then its all relative I guess. =) Compared to London prices, that's dirt cheap.
Lesson Learned - In China, don't take taxis that are parked along side a bunch of other taxis, soliciting your service. You are better off hailing one off the road that's passing by. =)
Sunday, 22 July 2012
Saturday, 21 July 2012
Haircut
I went for my first haircut today. I didn't know what to expect.
I usually take my relationship with my barber seriously and its usually a monogamous relationship. If I pick the right one, I'll stick with him/her. Maybe its partly due to my childhood as my aunt would always cut my hair, throughout my teenage years, college year, all the way up until I left for London.
When I arrived in London, after a couple of barbers that didn't have a clue, I found one that I've always come back to for over 7 years.
Now that I'm here in China, I wanted to find a good one. Fortunately, I knew what barber shop I wanted to go to since I passed it everyday when I had lunch with colleagues.
To be on the safe side, I searched on the internet for photos of how I wanted it cut. Given the language barrier, I've learned the best way to communicate is through images. This particularly holds true when ordering food so I thought I'd try it with a haircut.
After finding images that successfully replicated what I wanted, and I ironically, it was one of Chow Yun-fat, I decided I was ready take my chances. What's the worst that could happen? If it goes horribly wrong, I just shave my head!
I get to the barbershop and I try to speak in English. (I'm always uncomfortable when I do this as I always feel like I'm a complete ignorant American that's too lazy to learn their language.) Of course, no one speaks English, to no surprise, but the nice guy communicates that its 38CNY for the haircut. 38CNY!!! That's so cheap. (More or less equivalent to less than £4!)
I show him the pictures of how I want it cut and they agree.
So the first guy leads me to a room to wash my hair. This guy doesn't speak English either, although he does know one word. Yes.
So to check if the temperature of the water is good enough for me, not too hot or cold, he asks:
"Yes?"
Which I respond with:
"Yes."
Eventually my haircut starts and I must say, the guys is a master with clippers. My barber in London scissor cuts what this guy accomplished with clippers. I must say, it turned out pretty good. What did surprise me, and something I haven't experienced before in any barbershop, is that they washed my hair after the haircut! Can't complain about that! I always hate it when my hairs end up on the back of my neck and back side, under my shirt, and it gets all itchy!
After the shampoo guy and I exchange our "Yes's" a second time, I sit down again and the barber, or shall I say hairdresser, blow dries my hair and puts product and hairspray on it like I'm about to walk down a runway for a fashion show.
In the end I can say I was pretty happy on how it turned out. I was so happy that I was speaking to him in English, asking him if he worked on weekends and even asked for his name. He just kept smiling and nodding. I smiled as well, and even said out loud:
"You have no idea what I'm saying! Do you?" as I laughed out loud.
Eventually he gave me his business card and I left him a reasonable tip that he politely refused, but I made sure he accepted it. He was so happy.
I'll be happy to say I'll be coming for another visit.
I usually take my relationship with my barber seriously and its usually a monogamous relationship. If I pick the right one, I'll stick with him/her. Maybe its partly due to my childhood as my aunt would always cut my hair, throughout my teenage years, college year, all the way up until I left for London.
When I arrived in London, after a couple of barbers that didn't have a clue, I found one that I've always come back to for over 7 years.
Now that I'm here in China, I wanted to find a good one. Fortunately, I knew what barber shop I wanted to go to since I passed it everyday when I had lunch with colleagues.
To be on the safe side, I searched on the internet for photos of how I wanted it cut. Given the language barrier, I've learned the best way to communicate is through images. This particularly holds true when ordering food so I thought I'd try it with a haircut.
After finding images that successfully replicated what I wanted, and I ironically, it was one of Chow Yun-fat, I decided I was ready take my chances. What's the worst that could happen? If it goes horribly wrong, I just shave my head!
I get to the barbershop and I try to speak in English. (I'm always uncomfortable when I do this as I always feel like I'm a complete ignorant American that's too lazy to learn their language.) Of course, no one speaks English, to no surprise, but the nice guy communicates that its 38CNY for the haircut. 38CNY!!! That's so cheap. (More or less equivalent to less than £4!)
I show him the pictures of how I want it cut and they agree.
So the first guy leads me to a room to wash my hair. This guy doesn't speak English either, although he does know one word. Yes.
So to check if the temperature of the water is good enough for me, not too hot or cold, he asks:
"Yes?"
Which I respond with:
"Yes."
Eventually my haircut starts and I must say, the guys is a master with clippers. My barber in London scissor cuts what this guy accomplished with clippers. I must say, it turned out pretty good. What did surprise me, and something I haven't experienced before in any barbershop, is that they washed my hair after the haircut! Can't complain about that! I always hate it when my hairs end up on the back of my neck and back side, under my shirt, and it gets all itchy!
After the shampoo guy and I exchange our "Yes's" a second time, I sit down again and the barber, or shall I say hairdresser, blow dries my hair and puts product and hairspray on it like I'm about to walk down a runway for a fashion show.
In the end I can say I was pretty happy on how it turned out. I was so happy that I was speaking to him in English, asking him if he worked on weekends and even asked for his name. He just kept smiling and nodding. I smiled as well, and even said out loud:
"You have no idea what I'm saying! Do you?" as I laughed out loud.
Eventually he gave me his business card and I left him a reasonable tip that he politely refused, but I made sure he accepted it. He was so happy.
I'll be happy to say I'll be coming for another visit.
Tuesday, 17 July 2012
No, that's not an oven.
I started my 3 month stay at my apartment in China last Friday. I'm slowly settling in and one of the things about moving into the new place is getting familiar with the appliances.
The stove seems simple enough. Turn the knob and eventually the gas is ignited and a flame starts. Perfect.
The washer and dryer seem a bit more complicated. A bunch of buttons in Chinese, but fortunately there is a print out that's given to me that translates each of the buttons. After playing with it a few minutes, I get the hang of it, to prove that its broken and doesn't work at all. Not even the rinse cycle.
The best part was trying to understand how the oven works. I had the lady, who is essentially the manager of the apartment, show me how it works. We both take turns pressing the buttons and the LCD display doesn't make any sense to me. She then started gesturing the action of washing the dishes and eventually putting them into what I understood was the oven! I then responded,
We both laughed out loud.
The stove seems simple enough. Turn the knob and eventually the gas is ignited and a flame starts. Perfect.
The washer and dryer seem a bit more complicated. A bunch of buttons in Chinese, but fortunately there is a print out that's given to me that translates each of the buttons. After playing with it a few minutes, I get the hang of it, to prove that its broken and doesn't work at all. Not even the rinse cycle.
The best part was trying to understand how the oven works. I had the lady, who is essentially the manager of the apartment, show me how it works. We both take turns pressing the buttons and the LCD display doesn't make any sense to me. She then started gesturing the action of washing the dishes and eventually putting them into what I understood was the oven! I then responded,
"Oh that's not an oven?"
"Oh no, that's just where you put the dishes!"
We both laughed out loud.
Sunday, 15 July 2012
Grocery shopping for the first time.
As I continue to orient myself in my new living situation, I made my way to Tesco today for some grocery shopping.
The name itself gave me a little comfort as there are many Tescos in the UK. What could be so different? I thought it would be pretty straightforward, but I found myself struggling as the store was so big, and I couldn't find anything!
There were a few reasons why I struggled:
1. I couldn't read the overhead signs
I think the main reason I struggled was that I couldn't read the overhead signs that tell you what kind of products are in each aisle. Typically, you can push the grocery cart past all the aisles you don't care about, but I found myself visiting every aisle.
2. I can't read any of the labels.
OK, sure, I can tell the difference between a piece of chicken breast and a slice of beef. This was easy. But I couldn't find things like baking Soda. (I needed it for the fridge) I couldn't tell between soy sauce and/or oyster sauce. So I had to look at the consistency of the liquids. I couldn't find salt! There was such a large selection of dumplings/dim sum. I wanted to buy a few frozen bags, but I couldn't read the labels on how to cook them.
3. Forgot to weigh and label.
I didn't follow the protocol of weighing and labeling the fruit and chicken. I tried to buy some bananas and frozen chicken that I just put in a plastic bag, but apparently I had to weigh and label them first. When I got to the checkout counter, and looked for the label, they asked me, but I then only shrugged and played stupid.
4. Not many western brands
This isn't a complaint. But you know when you rely on a certain brand and you always buy it because you love eating it? I'm going to have to get use to it here. And if you do find a "western" brand, there's a premium for it!
5. Fascinated by the product selection
This isn't so much of a struggle, but more of a fascination. I noticed there was such a large selection of noodles and rice! And in the meat and poultry section, (including chicken feet) they had a very large selection of fresh seafood and Tesco sold frogs! I assume for consumption (the frog legs?) rather than a domestic pet!
In conclusion, it was an interesting experience, and I was definitely out of my comfort zone. I was frustrated at first, but then started to appreciate what I was going through. It really opened up my mind.
The name itself gave me a little comfort as there are many Tescos in the UK. What could be so different? I thought it would be pretty straightforward, but I found myself struggling as the store was so big, and I couldn't find anything!
There were a few reasons why I struggled:
1. I couldn't read the overhead signs
I think the main reason I struggled was that I couldn't read the overhead signs that tell you what kind of products are in each aisle. Typically, you can push the grocery cart past all the aisles you don't care about, but I found myself visiting every aisle.
2. I can't read any of the labels.
OK, sure, I can tell the difference between a piece of chicken breast and a slice of beef. This was easy. But I couldn't find things like baking Soda. (I needed it for the fridge) I couldn't tell between soy sauce and/or oyster sauce. So I had to look at the consistency of the liquids. I couldn't find salt! There was such a large selection of dumplings/dim sum. I wanted to buy a few frozen bags, but I couldn't read the labels on how to cook them.
3. Forgot to weigh and label.
I didn't follow the protocol of weighing and labeling the fruit and chicken. I tried to buy some bananas and frozen chicken that I just put in a plastic bag, but apparently I had to weigh and label them first. When I got to the checkout counter, and looked for the label, they asked me, but I then only shrugged and played stupid.
4. Not many western brands
This isn't a complaint. But you know when you rely on a certain brand and you always buy it because you love eating it? I'm going to have to get use to it here. And if you do find a "western" brand, there's a premium for it!
5. Fascinated by the product selection
This isn't so much of a struggle, but more of a fascination. I noticed there was such a large selection of noodles and rice! And in the meat and poultry section, (including chicken feet) they had a very large selection of fresh seafood and Tesco sold frogs! I assume for consumption (the frog legs?) rather than a domestic pet!
In conclusion, it was an interesting experience, and I was definitely out of my comfort zone. I was frustrated at first, but then started to appreciate what I was going through. It really opened up my mind.
Saturday, 14 July 2012
Getting use to Chinese costs and currency
From a London perspective, everything is cheaper here. Well, the necessities at least. (Even though Apple products are actually manufactured here, they come at a premium!)
My 15 minute cab to work, about 5km, is equivalent to £1.60. I can buy lunch for less than a £1 if I wanted to. But typically it averages about £2-£3. And this is a full meal - a big bowl of soup, or a main dish with rice. A train ride into downtown is as little as a £1.20. Sure beats the Oyster card.
I'm still getting use to the currency and what each of the bills mean. They have paper bills for 0.50CNY and 0.10CNY! I didn't impress a cab driver when the fare was 15CNY, and I tried to pay him 10.50CNY! I didn't know that the small 5 CNY bill was equivalent to 0.50CNY! I do notice that I don't really carry a lot of change. I guess that's what happens when your smaller denominations of currency are actually paper bills.
My 15 minute cab to work, about 5km, is equivalent to £1.60. I can buy lunch for less than a £1 if I wanted to. But typically it averages about £2-£3. And this is a full meal - a big bowl of soup, or a main dish with rice. A train ride into downtown is as little as a £1.20. Sure beats the Oyster card.
I'm still getting use to the currency and what each of the bills mean. They have paper bills for 0.50CNY and 0.10CNY! I didn't impress a cab driver when the fare was 15CNY, and I tried to pay him 10.50CNY! I didn't know that the small 5 CNY bill was equivalent to 0.50CNY! I do notice that I don't really carry a lot of change. I guess that's what happens when your smaller denominations of currency are actually paper bills.
Wednesday, 11 July 2012
Using Chopsticks
The first day I arrived at work we went out for a team dinner. We went for dumplings and this was going to be the first time I was going to "showoff" my chopstick skills.
To be honest, I was quite nervous eating with chopsticks and I wanted to show my Chinese colleagues that I can assimilate easily by eating the same way they do. Sure enough, it all started off really well when the dishes that were served proved to be very easy to pick up as they didn't carry much weight. I seemed to have made a good first impression because of this.
But then as the night went on, my chopstick muscles started to fatigue and I started to fail. There were points where I felt everyone was looking at me, watching me struggle. As they couldn't continue to bare watching me failing to pick up my food each time, they eventually handed me a fork. :-)
To be honest, I was quite nervous eating with chopsticks and I wanted to show my Chinese colleagues that I can assimilate easily by eating the same way they do. Sure enough, it all started off really well when the dishes that were served proved to be very easy to pick up as they didn't carry much weight. I seemed to have made a good first impression because of this.
But then as the night went on, my chopstick muscles started to fatigue and I started to fail. There were points where I felt everyone was looking at me, watching me struggle. As they couldn't continue to bare watching me failing to pick up my food each time, they eventually handed me a fork. :-)
Monday, 9 July 2012
My adventure begins
Today I leave for China.
My adventure begins today. After planning for over 3 months its finally going to happen. I can only thank my partner in life for really pushing me to grab this opportunity. I always thought it was a good idea, but I was always afraid to take the big leap.
As with London, my 3 month stay is driven by my career. I've been presented with the opportunity to train, mentor, and help build the team in China.
I've never lived in a country where I don't know the language. Of course I've taken long holidays in foreign countries, but living in a place for 3 months is something completely different.
In the next few decades, China will be leading the world in many aspects and I want to get a feel of why this country is creating so much buzz. I know 3 months isn't a long time, but it will at least open my mind to so many new experiences.
With all that said, I'd like to add this disclaimer:
This weblog does not represent the thoughts, intentions, plans or strategies of my employer/client. It is solely based on my own thoughts and experiences. Additionally,
Feel free to add your own comments section of each blog entry, but I reserve the right to delete any comment for any reason whatsoever.
And finally, hopefully you'll be able to enjoy each post as much as I enjoyed experiencing it first hand.
My adventure begins today. After planning for over 3 months its finally going to happen. I can only thank my partner in life for really pushing me to grab this opportunity. I always thought it was a good idea, but I was always afraid to take the big leap.
As with London, my 3 month stay is driven by my career. I've been presented with the opportunity to train, mentor, and help build the team in China.
I've never lived in a country where I don't know the language. Of course I've taken long holidays in foreign countries, but living in a place for 3 months is something completely different.
In the next few decades, China will be leading the world in many aspects and I want to get a feel of why this country is creating so much buzz. I know 3 months isn't a long time, but it will at least open my mind to so many new experiences.
With all that said, I'd like to add this disclaimer:
This weblog does not represent the thoughts, intentions, plans or strategies of my employer/client. It is solely based on my own thoughts and experiences. Additionally,
Feel free to add your own comments section of each blog entry, but I reserve the right to delete any comment for any reason whatsoever.
And finally, hopefully you'll be able to enjoy each post as much as I enjoyed experiencing it first hand.
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