Sunday, October 28, 2007
More on Chinese people
I was approached by somebody yesterday claiming to come from Anhui, which is kind of far away from here. He showed my his drivers' license - they always do stuff like that, I don't know what that was supposed to prove - but I guess I had been thinking I could have looked to see if his story backed up. In any case, he said he needed to get to Hangzhou, so could I "lend" him 100 quai. He didn't think I'd ever been to Hanghzou; I told him it takes 20 quai to get to Hangzhou. Then he was like, he needs to eat dinner (another 5 quai) and all that. I gave him pocket change out of habit, though really he gets some points deducted for poor form...
Anyway, besides the obvious do-badders, as I've been getting to know more Chinese people I've been getting more accustomed to their sometimes Borat-level sensibilities on things. Like I was sitting at a visa office for foreigners with a girl from Nova, and we noticed some people practicing the Chinese tones. She made a comment about Americans learning Chinese, and I looked around the corner and saw that they were Asians, not Americans. As they walked past, she confirmed they were Japanese, and noted, out of the blue, "I hate Japanese people." I'm not quite sure what to say when people do that...
(As an aside, I'm still convinced Japan could brainwash the entire country with its little Doraemon and Monokuro boo cartoons that all the schoolkids here adore, if it really put its mind to it.)
Anyway, besides the Japanese issue, even relatively intelligent people just don't have any sense of personal values. I was with Julie, who I know from back in Haining, and she asked me if I had heard of the brand of her jeans, which was "Only." I told her I hadn't heard of that brand, so she told be she wouldn't buy it again. I asked her if they were good jeans, and she said they were, and I asked how much she paid for them, and she said, two, maybe three hundred. After all my times showing my friends Chinese friends the little doo-dads I had bought at the tourist market, and having them say "you paid how much for that?" this was my turn. I told her she could buy perfectly good pants at the Carrefour in Hangzhou for sixty. She told me, "Oh, yes, I didn't really pay much attention to that, I just found these and they fit pretty well, so I bought them." She was only concerned about whether it was an American brand name, didn't care about anything else.
But if you go a little bit deeper there does seem to be some nascent sense of political belief. We were talking about a mutual (American) friend who is thinking about joining the Air Force, and she said she hoped he didn't join any army. I told her the Air Force isn't really that dangerous, but she still instisted that he still shouldn't join, because armies "don't always make good decisions." So I guess we're somewhere inbetween there and individual rights...
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
...and back
In any case, having gotten my passport back without a hitch, it was time to move on to Shenzhen, back in China. I took the train - you can basically take the subway all the way there - and I ended up staying in a nice hostel near an art gallery, where I met a British guy who had also stayed in the Garden Hostel the night before. I guess the backpacker community is pretty small...
So my intention was to bring an African back with me; alas, I was unsuccessful. I met this Ugandan woman at the first hostel in Hong Kong who was looking for teaching work, and I mentioned there was an English First language school in Yuyao near me. I went over there yesterday to see if they would hire an African - I've met English teachers with worse English than her - but they told me that all positions were currently filled, which I knew was rubbish. They're always hiring good foreign teachers when they can find them. I ended up at the manager's office in what almost felt like a job interview, I think she was walking a fine line between all the African positions being filled and wanting some work for me. For the moment I'm mostly interested in meeting their foreign teachers, though I may want to make some extra money later. The lady said that there's a Halloween party coming up, which I expressed some interest in - she said she may find some sort of role for me. I need to figure out what I can use for a costume. And this time it won't be Osama again.
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
A short trip to Africa
Several hours and several miracles later, I arrived at my hostel. Of course, after booking it (the cheapest one I could find on the internet) I read what wikitravel had to say:
When I arrived there at 9:30 that night, I found out that my room had already been given away - they apparently thought I was getting there at 11 AM - so I did as the travel guide advised me and started looking around for vacancies. Mirador "Mansion" is a very strange place - I've never really been anyplace like it. It's a 16 story building, with a big courtyard in the middle where you can look all the way down. (Unfortunately, as soon as I tried to take a picture my camera decided that it had no batteries, and I forgot to bring the charger, so there will be no illustrations.) It kind of has the feel of an apartment building, I think there are some apartments, but it's really practically a city upon itself - right now I'm sitting in an internet lab on the 10th floor, I also saw some places that look like clothing factories, also some Indian clothing stores...Chung King Mansions and Mirador Mansions on Nathan Road is home to some budget hotels and many budget hostels. Among those that have a long history are Travellers Hostel, Block A, 16 Fl in Chungking and Garden Hostel, 2Fl, Mirador Mansions. These, and others like them, have been popular with backpackers for decades; bookings are generally not needed, nor usually honoured! Instead, budget travellers are advised to start at the top of a popular building such as Mirador Mansions and work their way down until they find a hostel that suits them.
Anyway, another thing the guidebook warned about is hostels catering to illegal African workers...and there are a lot of Africans around here, though I think they more often fall into the category of entreprenuers than "workers." (Can't comment on their visa status.) These two big Kenyan ladies I shared a cab with said they were in the export business, and they travelled to Guangzhou to buy goods and ship them back to Africa. This was their third trip. So as I was looking for a hostel, I came upon one of these run by Africans, and they had a room available, so I ended up staying with them last night - and, again tonight, because I was in the visa office at 11 AM, which is apparently the time for hostel shopping. (Everything is stretched to capacity now for the holidays.) It's a little bit below international standards (I'm a bit worried about my stuff just sitting there in my room) but the people seem friendly enough.
This entire area is one of the more international places I've been. Stepping out the door, there is a store with a big South African flag, Indian, Korean, regional Chinese restaurants, financial services for residents of various south Asian countries...and of course Western fare. I spent the first hour or so, having spent the last three months in the Chinese boondocks, wandering around with my jaw on the floor. Almost everyone here speaks English, which is good because I can't understand the Chinese speaking or writing (though that takes a little bit of adjustment now to remember how to do that.)
Tommorow I will go shopping for things like cereal and dental floss.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Raining cats and dogs
Normally this bridge is several feet above the water.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
China and authoritarianism
On a related subject, I got to the end of my giant Chinese History book, (Fairbank and Goldman China: A New History) and the conclusions section had an interesting note on the lack of democracy in Chinese history. The author argues that the gratuitous violence of the Cultural Revolution reflects a paranoia that has been present for a long time in Chinese history:
I'm not sure it's quite so easy to write Maoism off as just another incarnation of Confucism though. Ever since Mao, with his internationalist way of thinking, China (with some help from India) has been the loyal opposition. In this model, their censorship and political repression actually has more of an overseas than a domestic audience in mind.Conspiracy was a continual part of Imperial Confucianism because the ruler's legitimacy was assured only when his proper conduct produced harmony between ruler and ruled. Dissent was disharmonious, and so a dissenter feigned loyalty to protect himself. Sensing this deceit, a ruler easily became suspicious if not actually paranoid. The system had little space for the open expression of opposition because policy was part of the ruler's moral conduct and so of his legitimacy. Opposition must therefore be secret. It might animate a secret society. It implicitly aimed at power. There could be no loyal opposition. In this light, for example, the pro-democacy demonstrators at Tiananmen Square on XXXX X, XXXX, since they wanted changes, seemed to the CCP elders to be their enemies. Those who expect conspiracy can always find it. (bolding mine)
Also, thinking in terms of the global system helps answer my earlier question, about how you explain the concept of 'representation' to a Chinese person. The Chinese government 'represents' the Chinese people on the international stage, where many different forces are competing for attention, in order to get the most 'goodies' (like the Olympics.) There is even some loyalty involved here, as shown by China's recent move to dump Zimbabwe. Ever since the Sino-Soviet split really, they've made it clear that they can still antagonize the US even while maintaining some semblance of standards of their own. It is this role which has allowed them to ascend to global power status.
...I haven't yet tried explaining this concept to any actual Chinese people.
Monday, September 10, 2007
Signing on from Yuyao
Sunday, September 9, 2007
Pictures are here
Here's Charlie...
Zenia posing with some random Asian tourist