Friday, January 31, 2014

Hong Kong Day 3: Ngong Ping and the Big Buddha

Tuesday, January 21st, 2014

On my 3rd full day in Hong Kong, I stayed up late and woke up late again, then had a relaxing early-afternoon while waking up. I found an outdoor market and bought some fruit, then caught the metros to Lantau for round two of island exploration.

I decided to “go American” and splurge on a ribs lunch. Ribs, honey mustard, fries, salad, baked eggplant with cheese. The meal was delectable—this was vacation in a meal. When it came out, the only thing I could say was an excited and amazed “Oh, wow!” I took home the other half for dinner.

Sated by delicious flavors, I headed to the cable car to go to Ngong Ping—I had heard about and seen the incredibly long line for the cable car, but managed to both bypass the line AND get my own cable car (which usually costs 10 times what I paid for my private ride). Being alone in the car meant that I could un-self-consciously run around like a loon while taking pictures of the breathtaking views (holy crap, it was a beautiful ride).

Once I arrived in Ngong Ping village, I wandered around for a bit, taking pictures of and with the cute mascots and statues, then headed over to see the Big Buddha. I walked up to see him (and took a ton of pictures and “selfies”), which was so cool—he’s HUGE!

Soon after hanging out with the Big Buddha, I went back down to catch the cable car back (it was a pretty short trip because the cable car stops at 6pm and I didn't catch the cable car to Ngong Ping until 4:30pm), but I was distracted by cows. Cows! There were also dogs who shepherded the cows back to their area and away from the tourist street.

I got to the cable car on time but by now the line was horrendously long—good thing I had my Kindle. Also, it was pretty dark by then so I couldn’t get any good pictures of the sunset or of the ride back, but this wasn’t a problem. One awesome thing—by the end of the ride I could see Lantau on one side and Hong Kong International Airport on the other side, and both were lit up magnificently.

After debarking from the cable car I went back to the metro—it was only about 6:30pm but I was tired and hungry, so I went back to my host’s apartment and had a quiet solo dinner of ribs and happiness.

Hong Kong Day 2: The Beach!

Monday, January 20th, 2014

On my second full day in Hong Kong I accidentally stayed up until 4:30am and slept until 1pm, but it was MY vacation, and was therefore all good. I spent a leisurely hour or so taking the nicest shower and getting ready to find the beach.

I went to a hole-in-the-wall restaurant and took lunch to go (by the way, ick, plain congee is disgusting), then took two metros to get to Lantau Island, then a bus to get to Cheung Sha Beach (which involved asking a tourism agent how to get to "any beach, because all I need is to be by the water").

There weren’t more than five people on the beach at one time for the two hours that I was there, and the weather was perfect, albeit a bit chilly. I was outnumbered 2:1 by dogs at one point; two dogs (separately) came up to and sniffed/nuzzled me. Oh, and I went in the water! Only up to my ankles, but just being by the water was enough. It was so ridiculously peaceful and serene.

More people showed up around 4:30, but they stayed away and we left each other alone, so it was fine.

After about two hours on the beach I went back to the bus stop. I had just enough time to take a picture of the anti-incinerator banner and run to the bus. Luckily, someone else was getting off, which bought me some time. The bus was completely full so I sat on the entrance steps (I felt like I was back in Israel for some reason—maybe that was due to the Russians behind me). As usual, I was laughed at (nicely) when I asked a fellow step-sitter to take my picture.

The beach, bus rides, and even parts of the metro journeys could not have been more gorgeous. My trek began in the mid-afternoon and ended around sunset. At the end of the day I went back to my host’s apartment and had my second home-cooked (by someone else!) meal of the week.

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Hong Kong Day 1: Or What Was Supposed to be a Beach Day

Sunday, January 19th, 2014

On my first full day in Hong Kong, I woke up around 11am, had an awkward brunch with my host, and left. I walked around for an hour or so trying to find the metro, which was a laughable effort considering how maze-like Sha Tin and Newtown Plazas are. Along the way I found an indoor market full of meat, fish, produce, and clothes. I bought turmeric and instant curry seasoning packets, neither of which I have seen yet in Taichung. While wandering around I ended up in “Snoopy’s World”, and then I found a public library, which was wonderful. I haven’t been a library since Ramla.

A bit later I finally found the train station and bought an Octopus Card (used for public transit and apparently accepted at a lot of stores) so that Saturday night’s transportation SNAFU wouldn’t happen again. Note: This card is AMAZING. If you go to Hong Kong and plan to use any form of public transportation, get one.

It took me getting off at an incorrect stop to realize that there were no wrong moves on this trip. Having no plans or real limitations was freeing.

I went to the Avenue of Stars but skipped it in favor of hanging out on a balcony overlooking the Harbour. A guy started up a conversation with me over my Kindle (I am the WORST when it comes to small talk), and was confused by my name—Becca is tough outside of North America. He (as most people are) was surprised by how old I am, because he assumed I was in high school—which didn’t stop him from approaching me and striking up a conversation even though he graduated either from high school or university four years ago and thought I was between 14 and 18 years old. Not sure how to feel about that.

Later I bought a keychain (two dolls, pretty cute) from a woman to support the deaf-mute community. Also, there was an outdoor concert going on the whole time I was by the water. It was lovely to read with music in the background. Soon after that I relocated to the steps of a loading dock, where I was peacefully reading when two guys asked to get their pictures taken with me…People are strange.

By this point I was tired and ready to get to my second Couch Surfing host, so I walked to Harbour City (a big mall), thinking that the metro station was inside. On the way there I saw what appeared to be a harpist convention, and leading up to Harbour City was a walkway full of pink lanterns.

The Trek to the Second Host

After wandering through Harbour City for a while, I found the station I meant to go to, then took MTR to the station I thought I was supposed to go to. I walked for an indeterminate amount of time, then tried to hail a cab. Fifteen passed me by, and these were just the cabs with their lights on. Others didn’t know where I was trying to go, so I walked a bit more (by now I was backtracking, but on the other side of the road).

With no phone battery life left, I wandered from place to place (mainly restaurants, with a brief stint in a jockey club), trying to find one with an outlet they would let me use. I ended up at an apartment building undergoing construction because I thought it was the building I was supposed to go to. Kindly construction workers worked around me while I stood in a counter next to the outlet and waited for my phone to charge. They then pointed me in the right direction—back to the side of the street that I was originally on. The residents of the building filtered in and out, and only smiled when they saw me (thankfully no one got upset or kicked me out of the spot).

After crossing the street, I asked two more people for directions, and came to the conclusion that everyone is useless, at least with directions. The first person sent me down the wrong road, and the second person told me to go back down that road and turn left. I ignored the “turn left” and turned right instead, and FINALLY found my host’s building. Following a slight struggle with getting inside the building (not due to anything I had done, for once), I met my host—a happy ending!

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Hong Kong Trip: Getting There

Planting the Seeds
Two weeks ago my principal held a small meeting with me and the other full-time English teacher about the upcoming Winter Camp hosted by our school. It will run from Monday, January 20th, until Friday, February 7th, with a break for weekends and for Chinese New Year from Friday, January 30th, until Tuesday, February 4th Winter camp is split into two sessions, and since fewer than twenty students signed up, only one English teacher is needed for each session. The other English teacher took the first session, and I took the second session, which means that I now have ten days of no responsibilities. In my world that means sleep and explore, so over the next few days I researched and booked a five-day round-trip flight to Hong Kong!

The following two weeks were full of reviewing class materials, taking finals, and tying up school-related loose ends. I took some time researching hostels and hotels in Hong Kong, but ultimately decided on trying out CouchSurfing for the first time. I also decided that because it is my break and because Hong Kong is a relatively small area, that I would spend this break exploring of course, but mostly relaxing on the beach (screw the “cold”!), hiking (Lantau Peak, here I come!), and eating fabulous Hong-Kong-ese (I’m sure there’s a better adjective, and I will ask around for one when I arrive) food.

Saturday, January 18th: Taichung
Cut to 5am Saturday the 18th—I am up anyway, so I decide to be proactive and twenty minutes later find myself fully packed, save for a few toiletries and electronics in need of a charge. I finally get to sleep around 7am (my sleep schedule is horrific, but hasn’t backfired too much), and wake up around 1pm to go tutor from 1:30-3pm. On the way back from tutoring I pass a store—in reality it is one of my versions of a magical place—full of writing, art, and home-DIY supplies;  after at least seven years of traveling I *finally* have baggage locks (only one of which I accidentally left in my apartment! Victory!). I also bought three small tape measures of varying lengths.

Realizing I would be away for five days and that I have plenty of food in my refrigerator which was probably at the point of going bad within the next two days, I took the time between tutoring and leaving to cook ALL of the food. Two batches of stir fry, a few sweet-potato-egg-tofu-burgers-with-avocado, and a pile of newly-cleaned dishes and Tupperware containers later, it was time to leave. I caught a taxi and arrived at the airport at 7:20pm, exactly two hours before my flight was set to leave. Fifteen minutes later, after checking in, going through security, going to the bathroom, trying on a bright purple handbag, and eating one of my burgers, I settled in at the gate to wait for my flight to be called.

This might be the first time I have ever been the only non-_______ person in an airport. It isn’t at all about being the only white, or non-insert-country/race/ethnicity/whatever-here, person, because I am sure that not everyone in the airport tonight is from Taiwan, but it is interesting and strange to not hear the varied mixture of languages that I have grown accustomed to from my previous travels. Argentina had French, English, Portuguese, and German mixed in with the Spanish. In Israel I wasn't surprised to hear more Russian or Arabic than Hebrew in any given place. Even in Austria I was able to get by with some Hebrew, French, and English (don’t ask how—I still don’t know). I understand, however, that my inability to pick out different languages most likely stems from my lack of understanding of spoken Asian languages.

Saturday Night: Hong Kong
The ease of the journey on the Taichung side lulled me into a false sense of security, which was bashed upon arriving in Hong Kong. By the way, in the super-long line at Customs there were so many Americans. I haven’t seen more than three together at a time since leaving the US, myself often being the third in the group. That was totally strange. Sketchy wi-fi meant that I could not contact my CouchSurfing host.

After an hour in the Customs line, I waited for another half hour for a bus that I wasn't sure would even come. When it finally did come, I did not have the correct change to pay for the bus. Luckily, two kind adults paid for my trip (if I am in this late-night transit situation again I will take a cab like I usually do—this was all just silly). Later on the bus I wasn't sure when my station would be called (if at all), so a lady let me sit with her and ultimately told me when it was my stop, but not before I fell flat on my face trying to right a gigantic fallen suitcase (coincidentally owned by the couple who had helped me out with the bus fare).

When I finally got to my bus stop, I couldn't call the guy I was supposed to stay with, but a couple around my age helped me out, and at 1:30am I made it to my destination in one piece. My host gave me tea and was incredibly nice about me arriving two hours late with little contact (oops).

Saturday, January 18, 2014

Bear with me, for I am a terrible blogger.

Here is a list of positive and negative things about school that I wrote in October. It has been updated to reflect the time since then.

Good and Positive Experiences:
·         Singing “Head, Shoulders, Knees, and Toes” and playing “Teacher Says…” every day.
·         How my students say “small wind” or “small windy” when they mean that it is a little bit windy outside.
·         My students are excited and happy to see me when I pick them up from school every day.
·         My youngest students can easily respond to the following questions:
o   What is your/his/her name? How are you today? How old are you?
o   What day is today? What day was yesterday? What day will tomorrow be?
o   What month is this? What was last month? What will next month be?
o   What year is this? How’s the weather?
o   Do you have any brothers or sisters? How many brothers/sisters do you have?
·         They are beginning to branch out from the pre-programmed response of “I’m fine, thank you” when asked “How are you today?”
·         The school provides the teachers and students with lunch every day, and it is usually pretty good (except for some of the sketchier meats, and when they sneak in the tiny crustaceans…iiick). I enjoy “sneaking” food home, a process made easier when my principal gave me a Tupperware container one day and told me to use that instead of just sticking my bowl in the refrigerator.
·         Payday is the best day, especially when the week has already been great.
·         Every Friday we go to the park. It is lovely. We swing, and play tag, and act like loons.
·         There are plenty of smiles and “See you tomorrow”s every day.
·         It was wonderful how excited my beginner students were to receive certificates for completing their books (I did this when we finished our first two books/workbooks). I love that I am in a job where I get to do things like make certificates for special class-wide achievements.
·         Marking and grading tests and papers can be fun, even when my students haven’t done as well as I hoped they would.
·         One of my quieter students holds my hand as we walk back from the elementary school to our school every day. It’s also nice because she is one of the students who I often have to jolt back to reality.
·         Being told something to the effect of “You’re scary, but we like it” by one of the administrators at school, and having her explain that one of the other teachers is also scary, but uses his scariness more effectively; the administrator gave me advice on how to emulate this teacher (staring quietly at my students and taking away break instead of using a loud voice), which has worked out pretty well!

Bad/Negative Experiences:
·         My beginner students like(d) to draw anatomically-correct pictures, especially of me, on the board and on their papers. Oy.
·         One day one of my older students snapped at me to get my attention. My response: “In the real world, people will slap you for that. I am a teacher, so I will not.”
·         General rudeness and disarray, most surprisingly from the children of teachers.
·         Sometimes my younger students fall asleep in class. I understand with the first class, because they have just woken up from their nap. With my second class, 4:30pm-6pm classes are late for a six year old. Sometimes I let them sleep. Sometimes we play games or sing songs so they wake up.
o   Positive: My first class can sing “Get Up, Stand Up”, which I thought was just a fun way to sing Mi Chamocha (thanks, Ramah!), but discovered is actually an awesome Bob Marley song (shush, World. I know you knew this already). This is what we sing to wake up.
·         Only one of the other teachers really talks to me, but that is fine because we are the only two full-time English teachers, and most of the Chinese teachers speak as much English as I speak Chinese.
·         Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays are my longest and most packed days, and there is only a ten minute break between my last two classes.

From late October:
I wore my Map of Wonderland t-shirt to the Visa Office today, although I fell through the bureaucratic rabbit hole weeks ago. It is shocking to realize that I have only been here for a month and a half, because it already feels like at least twice that. This does mean I can feel less guilty about not having explored an outstanding amount of the country, since I am technically still in the “settling in” phase.
*Note: ”Guilty” feelings like this prompted me to make one of my New Year’s resolutions to explore at least one new part of the city/country every weekend, which I have kept up so far (I know it is still early in January to say this, but I am proud of myself)!

From mid-November:
One of the more problematic students (not in my class) held my hand as we crossed the street the other day. Also, one way that I know I am doing something right: the students I most frequently admonish are the students who come up to me during non-class time for hugs and to play games, practice English, hold my hand when crossing the street.

Yesterday, one of my younger students asked about the animal “poopoopine”, which we ultimately figured out meant “porcupine”. The class laughed for nearly five minutes (and continues to do so whenever it is mentioned) upon hearing the word “poopoopine”.


One of my older students is reading The Magic Treehouse series, and I told him the author came to my elementary school when I was about his age. He is eleven years old. That feels like a lifetime ago. Other students in that class asked me if I knew what “cut the cheese” meant. I said yes. They giggled, and asked if I had ever cut the cheese, and I responded with “Never.” So glad they are bringing that one back.