Gulang Yu

It was a hot and non-blustery day. The humidity was sky-high and the crowds were fierce. After packing us all into a waiting area, they packed us on to the ferry for a ten minute ride. The constant haze that blurs the view of the sea was in full force as we approached the island of Gulang Yu. So as we got closer, we could actually see houses, parks, roads, and statues. Here is an imposing one; although, I didn't catch his name.

Calliope found a moment of tranquility beside a banyan tree whose roots were flooding down a rock face.

Down one of the many quaint side streets we came to another statue, but more fun was the graffiti, written in Chinese characters, of course. You can probably guess what it says.

So-and-so loves so-and-so.

Speaking of love, a famous doctor was born on Gulang Yu. She chose to stay to care for the sick and needy, even during China's terrible tragedies. She is honored with a monument consisting of a set of polished stones carved as if they are pages from a book of her famous quotes.

There are quite a few old European-style houses, in various states of disrepair. The island is famous for this part of its history, but admittedly, between the heat and the traveling gangs of Chinese tourists, it did not capture my imagination as I thought it would. Consider this an obligatory picture.

There were two bright spots at Shuzhuang Garden - the piano museum and the bonsai plants. The piano museum housed an impressive collection of pianos from the last two centuries. Many of them had these cool lamps built into the piano. Before electricity, this must have been a nice touch. Additionally, and given the circumstances in which we found ourselves, the museum was air conditioned! No photography was allowed in the museum, so I stole this shot from the AmoyMagic website. Near the exit from the piano museum was a lovely hill of bonsai ficus plants.

As we made our way around the island and back to the ferry dock, we walked through two tunnels. Talk about earth cooling! It felt exactly like air conditioning blowing out the tunnel entrances. Speaking of walking, I should mention that no cars or bicycles are allowed on the island. So, the primary mode of transportation is walking. We walked over to buy our return tickets, only to be drawn off-course by women in bright-colored costumes, drums, and fans. And they were about to perform! They loved having their pictures taken as they waited for their turn in the limelight.

Women, as well as a few men, wear the most outlandish English phrases on their shirts. They are generally grammatically incorrect. Some offer misspellings. And, for the most part, they are all humorous, or at least they make you think, until you break out laughing, because you have no idea what it all means. I don't believe I've seen a single shirt with Chinese characters, so I don't think this has some historical significance. One young man had the phrase "Girl sex" written all over his shirt. He did not seem to have a clue what it meant. One of the dancers carried her bag promoting a concert tour by The Minutemen, The Meat Puppets, The Descendents, and Angst. I thought this was just another odd set of English words, until Tom told me that they are all really well known thrash rock groups. It seems I, too, have no idea what the writing on some of these shirts means. One group of drummers wore purple. After the drummers drummed for a while, the dancers started their fan dancing. I loved the vibrancy of these older women. Why no young women? I hope the tradition doesn't die out.

Great Eats!

I am enjoying my culinary options immensely. Calliope has pressed the frontiers of our eating adventures and Hilda has shared her long-time favorites with us.

At the Hong Kong airport, Hilda found congee with duck eggs. The duck eggs were black on the outside and had a comforting, velvety, mouth-feel, when I bit into them. Shortly after arriving in Xiamen, we were introduced to stuffed buns - cooked vegetables enclosed in a moist, chewy, warm bread.

Quite delicious.

In the early morning, right outside our apartment, street vendors sell warm soy drink. Our first day here, Hilda poured this on her Reese's Pieces cereal, which she brought from home (one must have priorities of the suitcase!) But, we have spent precious little time preparing our own food; we have been exploring the local eateries.

One of the delights of ordering food at restaurants is that we often don't get what we attempt to order. One of the Xiamen University student cafeterias has English translations on the menu. So we tried "pumpkin browns". They were listed directly beneath "french fries", so I was thinking home-fried pumpkin slices. Instead, we were served little deep-fried gelatinous cakes with filling. Taro cakes were much the same. They also prepared "snow bubble" fruit drinks. We thought we'd be getting some form of bubble tea. They turned out to be milk/fruit smoothies. We tasted three varieties - cantaloupe, passion fruit, and dark plum. Mmmmm.

You'll notice that I haven't mentioned any hardships associated with being a vegetarian here in China. That's because it's easy! You can always add tofu to your soup or your noodles. And if I get tired of tofu, they have a tasty egg and tomato dish that I see on most menus. Actually I hear about it or see it at another table, since I don't know the characters for it.

The winner for the most-unique-concept-dish category is skewered, barbequed scallions. They were coated with oil as they cooked and brushed with spices.

There were many promising candidates for the I-can't-say-that-I've-ever-eaten-that-before category, but I'll give first place to stir-fried, shredded lotus root.

After a quick trip to the supermarket, I see there are even more unique choices available. Calliope bought Pringles potato chips - only they were blueberry flavored! I'll tackle the supermarket and sweets in another entry.

Apartment Living

China has a penchant for high-rises. The colossal amounts of concrete and steel that the country has required over the past couple of years are in evidence around Xiamen. Huge new complexes are under construction. In our area of Xiamen, skyscrapers are punctuated by well-maintained parks and lush plantings, which bring a more human dimension to towering skylines.

Our apartment is on the seventh floor. This presents an excellent opportunity to build up our leg muscles without additinal time dedicated to exercise. For those of you who know Hilda, you will be amazed to hear that she, too, has embraced the stair-climbing ethic. All the while, the elevator sits at home alone, stationary, with hopes of getting lucky with one of our neighbors.

At about 5:00am, I hear roosters awakening the city. As daylight creeps up, I hear a chorus of birds from the trees below. I have yet to see any of these charming singers, but I know they're out there, because they are loud enough to give the feeling of a rainforest (okay, not quite). During all this, there is the familiar sound of drink bottles clanging against each other, as though we are living next door to a bottling plant or a recycling facility. But as far as I can tell, we are not. It is another delightful sound. I looked outside this morning to see that the bottle clanking is a result of the trash collectors making room for more trash in their collectin boxes.

We enter our building through a side entrance that requires a key. Each apartment has a lockable outer door/gate and a lockable inner door. With all these locks, we feel very secure. Much to our chagrin, we found that all these locks can work against us. Yesterday, I left for a nearby internet cafe, locking the door behind me. Upon my return, I discovered that I had locked Hilda inside the apartment with no means of escape. Security can be a two way street.

We have a sweeping view over one end of an artificial lake just outside our building. Click the picture below to see the view at a higher resolution. Bordering the lake are several miles of park land. We stroll through the park to catch our bus at the terminal. The city flushes fish-filled water into the lake (perhaps from the ocean). Men with fishing poles can be seen night or day. Calliope discovered an exercise course at one corner of the lake, which even includes a see-saw.

Xiamen University Library

I love libraries and enjoy getting the flavor of a new library, so I headed over to the University library after registering. I needed an e-card to get in, but that wouldn't be available, until next week, so I endeavered to use sign-language with the security guard to see if he would let me in. I pulled out my brand-spanking new student ID passbook and attracted some passersby to assist me. They both spoke English and convinced the guard to let me in, under their supervision.

My rescuers, Eliza and her boyfriend, wished to assist me in all matters. They guided me to the social sciences section of the stacks. As I entered, I was assaulted by the vast amount of meaningless material in front of me.

Eliza pointed out a few books with English titles. We moved to the books on painting and drawing and then on to poetry. Eliza seemed willing to personally introduce me to each subject area, but I did not want to waste her time that way.

So, I asked to see the computer science section. I was curious, for example, to learn how the Chinese would explain programming, which essentially uses English words and looks somewhat meaningful to many English speakers. It was a small section. I noticed one book on programming in C. Chinese text surrounded sample programs. The comments inside the code were in Chinese. I didn't see any other programming books right off, so I tried to figure out what the rest of the books were. As it turned out, they were primarily dictionaries. Dictionaries of technical terms. Several shelves of them. So, my first hypothesis is that if you want to learn a technical discipline, first you learn English, then read English books with the aid of a dictionary.

I had a brilliant co-worker once who learned French by reading a C programmer's guide, written in French. By the time he worked his way through the book, he couldn't speak any French, but he was a fluent reader. So perhaps Chinese students in technical disciplines take a similar approach. Or, perhaps there is a technical library someplace.

It was 2pm and jetlag descended upon me like a ton of bricks. Eliza, perhaps sensing this, found us a table. Everywhere we had walked I noticed students here and there sound asleep at their tables. The library was well supplied with identical tables and small wooden chairs. As I sat down, I noticed that they did not seem accommodating to sleeping. No matter. Imitating many other library patrons, I slumped over the table and entered into a deep, if somewhat sticky, rest.

Ahhh, the comfort of a library.

Welcome to Xiamen

We are staying as guests at the apartment of Hilda's cousin, Jackson. Jackson lives in the Philippines and runs a business importing motorcycle parts. Not only did he very generously offer us the use of his apartment, but he flew into Xiamen from Manila to meet us at the airport and get us settled.

I consider this to be over-the-top courtesy from a host !!! It makes me uncomfortable. If Hilda weren't part of the equation, I would refuse an offer from anyone to fly from another country to pick us up at the airport. When I talk to Hilda about this extreme benevolence, she lights up and says "That's my family. That's what we do". For Hilda, in addition to being extremely generous, this is familiar and comforting, and it is the proper way to treat family.

Jackson showed us how to catch a bus to Xiamen University, where we will be studying. The toughest part about public buses in Xiamen is that it requires a 1 yuan coin to ride. How to stay stocked in such coins is not evident. I do notice on the bus that some riders appear to be using a pass, so there is hope.

In reality, the toughest part about riding the bus is that the routes and schedules are all written in Chinese characters. I am not on intimate terms with Chinese characters, and so they leave no mark on me - delible or indelibe. I simply don't remember them. I am very thankful that Jackson escorted us.

Hilda is also very thankful. She brought some gifts for Jackson and it was lively entertainment to watch him resist them. It took three visits over the course of three days, before he walked away with the gifts. On the second day, I thought they might come to blows, but it was essentially high drama, so there was nothing to worry about.

Right to Left: Jackson, Hilda, (friend) Greg