Chongqing, China - Spicy Weather, Spicy Food, Spicy Women

Ni hao!

Sorry for the posting delay. Chongqing is a mecca for cheap electronics, but unfortunately not for reliable internet. I think I've finally gotten the dsl set up in my lovely apartment, but accessing this blog was another story. Chinese government officials have set up what is affectionately known as "The Great Firewall," which censors thousands of websites that they find offensive or which could incite a revolution...be very careful when and where you are reading this...

Luckily, my awesome and incredibly interesting workmates--a 37 year old Irish expat with a 20 year old Chinese fiance in some other city and a recent UMichigan Alum who wants to write science fiction novels and who previously had ties to the Seventh Day Adventist Church--have showed me some ways to get around the firewall. Let's hope I get through this post without the gestapo busting down my door.

Both Matthew (Mr. Horny Irish Guy) and Bruce (Mr. Introspective Wolverine) have been in China far longer than I have so they are showing me the ropes. Bruce taught for Aston (my English school) for about 9 months or so, then traveled extensively around China for 4 months before returning to the States; subsequently, realizing how much he missed China, he moved back after 2 months in Los Angeles. Matthew has been here for 4 years, doesn't know a lick of Mandarin, but has done incredibly well working for Aston. He has some sort of crazy title, makes about double my salary, has a few apartments (and maybe a few girlfriends) around China, and expects to settle down in the next few years. He wants to import Diesel jeans (currently there are none) and retire early. Like most business people in China he sees a hole and tries to fill it...take that any way you like.

Bruce, Matthew, and not to mention all of the other people at Aston have gone out of their way to show me the beauty of Chongqing. There are a few Chinese teachers working for Aston--they actually help to translate during my classes--and some very cute receptionists. Their jobs are not only to look pretty and answer phone calls, but also to shuffle me around Chongqing on errands and daytrips so I don't get ripped off. While their English is spotty, they are very willing to learn and very willing to teach me some of the local phrases. "Da Wang" is one of the first I learned--it essentially means beautiful girls, but in Chongqing is a favorite pasttime akin to "people watching." There have been numerous nights where we've sat out in our central square and "Da Wanged." Apart from that, my Mandarin is very slowly improving. I'm taking Chinese lessons twice a week with one of the receptionists, but to say that Chinese is a difficult language is an understatement. Its fucking impossible to pronounce some of the phonetics here, plus they have a tone system and anyone who's ever heard me sing can imagine the problems I'm having.

Speaking of singing, I had my first KTV experience the other evening. KTV is basically a huge karaoke palace. Instead of like at 1800 Club in Evanston where you can make a fool of yourself in front of the entire bar, at KTV you can only embarrass yourself in front of your friends, or the people you just met 4 days before. You get a little booth, akin to a VIP room at a strip bar, with your very own tv, sound system, microphones, and computer to select the songs. There were a few English songs to sing along to and I really got my Chinese workmates into YMCA. I have some great videos that I'll share at a later point. And instead of ordering chicken strips or popcorn like at 1800 Club you order duck head and pig snouts. The duck head didn't really do it for me. The food here is cheap, spicy, and for the most part delicious. Unfortunately, I tried to be adventurous on the plane from Beijing to Chongqing and ate what I can only describe as mucous covered pork and spent the whole flight in the bathroom. I ran to the bathroom like 5 times and the only white guy on the plane got whiter and whiter each time. The people at work have introduced me to the traditional Sichuan cuisine, which includes something called Hotpot, family style dishes, and street vendor kebabs and noodles. I have to be honest that half the time I don't know what I'm eating, nor do I want to know what I'm eating. Part of the fun is diving in without even thinking. Would you want to know you're eating dog?


Well, I hope that gives you a little idea of what my first week in Chongqing has been like. Hopefully, my internet will continue working so I can continue blogging. I haven't even begun to talk about what it's like to teach, not to mention the crazy politics here.

Talk to you later, there's a knock at my door...