From Shanghai to Guatemala

I know, I know… It’s just that I’ve been busy getting back from Shanghai and then getting ready for Guatemala, I haven’t really had time to update the blog. 

I could write 100 more posts on China, but for everyone’s sake, I won’t do that, but please, if you have any questions about China whatsoever, or just want to talk about it, I am MORE than happy to talk/answer questions. Like I said before, there is still so much to say about China. You can email me at  dgarciap at haverford.edu or find me on campus in the fall!

Now, Guatemala… I arrived into the Guatemala City Airport and had a van waiting to take me 4 hours Northwest to Quetzaltenengo, Guatemala. If anyone is confused, the people call Quetzaltenengo Xela (sh-ela). I arrived on a Sunday, which is a rest day for the entire town of Xela, so I found my host family, moved in, and relaxed. Xela is an old town with short connected concrete buildings that can only be told apart by different color paint-jobs. Imagine walking around town as if you were walking past a rainbow, passing every color. Anyway, the clinic/school that I am volunteering is quite unorganized, and because of that, we only have a few projects to do, which means a lot of free time. We plant trees in the mountains on Tuesdays, and build stoves on Wednesdays and Thursdays. The other days are basically free, with the option to go to “La Guarderia” which houses children for after-school activities and provides a place to finish their homework. The way the person was describing it, it sounded as if the children needed all the help that they could get. However upon going there, it seems to be quite the opposite. La Guarderia attracts children who enjoy learning and do their homework without being told twice and with great success. I have gone back a few times to help out any way I can (including teaching a little bit of English). 

The town of Xela is very tranquil, with a number of outdoor markets selling every type of meat/seafood/vegetables and a lot of hair gel. Xela also has many internet cafes, restaurants, churches, etc.. so its a challenge to find things to do everyday, but it is challenge that is being met and will continue to be met. 

It’s great to be in a country where I can speak/understand/read the language!

Hasta pronto

Two weeks ago, as promised – to myself, I took the 12 hour train ride to Beijing. Not only was this weekend the most tiring, hot, and sweaty weekend of my trip – and quite possibly my life, but it was also the most exciting and best. I got into Beijing at 7:35am on Saturday morning already tired from not being able to sleep much on the train. Filled with excitement, I got off the train and walked around to find the subway to go to Qiamen, a stop near my hostel and Tiananmen Square. I soon realized that every entrance and exit to subway stops in Beijing have metal detectors, however, they clearly don’t work because I walked through various ones with my cellphone, ipod, and about 30 coins in my pocket – oops. But at least they do their job in further crowding a ridiculously crowded public transportation system. However crowded the Beijing subway is, it does a great job of getting people around the city; in 10 minutes, I was at my subway stop. 

The next challenge was finding my hostel, which was somewhere near Tiananmen Square. After 30 minutes of looking and no success, I decided to check into one of the 100 hostels in the area. No big deal. Once I put my backpack in a locker, I was off to try to see every site in Beijing in one day: a feat that would be difficult and tiring to say the very least. But I had no choice, today, I was going to be the ultimate tourist.

My list of “must see” cites started with Tiananmen Square and the Forbidden City (Old Beijing). Both of these places – which were right next to eachother – were very beautiful; they were filled with amazing classic Chinese architecture and incredible colors. However, about half an hour into my self guided tour of the Forbidden City, I realized that all of the buildings looked alike and that I could stop taking time to take pictures. (I promise that as soon as I figure out how to put pictures up on this blog I will do it). I had seen about 50 buildings (with the same Chinese architecture) in about 2 hours – so I thought it was time for a change of scenery. It was about 11:30 and I needed to get on my way down my list. Usually, I would start thinking about lunch, but to be honest, I didn’t even think about eating once. My next stop was Olympic Village. 

This was probably the coolest part of my day. Just seeing the difference between the oldest part of Beijing to the newest in 15 minutes was great. Olympic Village is made up of 4 stadiums that were all build just for the 2008 Olympics. The two most famous ones, the Birdsnest and the Water Cube are absolutely amazing to see. (I’ll try with the pictures – I promise) The Birdsnest is a huge structure with a weaved metal pattern (making it look like a Birdsnest), while the Water Cube looks exactly like its name and holds all of the pools. I noticed that they were selling tickets to go into the Birdsnest. 10 minutes and 50 yuan (huge ripoff but whatever) I was sitting in the massive stadium. It was really a site to be seen, and it had seating! Finally, I could sit. After 5 minutes of sitting, I did a cool lap around the track and left.  Next stop: Temple of Heaven

It wasn’t until about 4:15pm that I got to the Temple of Heaven, and I was really tired. But I had to continue. Ok, honestly, the Temple of Heaven was more of the same architecture as the Forbidden City, but it was interesting for the first few buildings. Afterwards, however, the buildings became repetitive. What was worth going was the Temple of Heaven park that surrounded the buildings. The park stretched for about a mile (don’t quote me) and was filled with beautiful trees and amazing flowers. I found a bench somewhere in the park and sat just admiring – and sleeping – for about an hour. When I looked at my watch and saw that it was 6:15pm, I realized that I really needed to go, and eat. My friend had told me about this market street with great street food (street food is, in my opinion, the best food in China) called Wang Fu Jing Lu. So I went.

Wang Fu Jing Lu looks like a street carnival. On either side of the street are boutique stores and lining the pedestrian street are little kiosks of everything imaginable. But I was on a mission – to eat. I walked to the end of the pedestrian street and saw 3 blocks of outdoor barbecue  stands. These were not ordinary barbecue stands, these were Beijing barbecue stands, the difference being that in beijing, the barbecue stands serve anything and everything that you can imagine. My “meal” that night: snake, octopus, and scorpion. I don’t know how I did it. If you think that is a crazy meal, consider other options that I passed up (it’s not possible to eat everything that they offer). Seahorse, Starfish, Salamanders, Grasshoppers, Shark, and countless other similar animals. Clearly the slogan of this market was: If its alive, we will catch it and cook it for you. Unfortunately, I could only deal with a small part of the feast. 

After Wang Fu Jing Lu, i realized that it was 8:30pm, and I was beyond tired and absurdly hot and sweaty. I went back to the Hostel and showered/changed and was about to get into bed (it was around 10:30pm) when I met people and we decided to get a few drinks. Finally, at about 1:30am, I went to sleep. Oh yeah, I had to get up at 5am the next morning for a relaxing day of a 10km hike of the Great Wall. Awesome. 

The bus gets to the Great Wall at 8:30am. Where is everyone? Isn’t this supposed to be a touristy place? Nope, I took the non-touristy tour – the one where you hike up the mountain to the Wall and then hike 10km and meet the bus. Let me begin by explaining why it is called a Hike, because I was confused about this too. I thought it should be called a 10km walk of the Great Wall, doesn’t that make more sense? Well, it doesn’t when you realize that 0km of the 10km hike is flat. Ever single step is either up or down. Yes, I soon realized why they called it a hike. Luckily (or not) for me, I was greeted by a middle-aged Mongolian farm woman who spoke decent English and decided that she was going to be my guide for the day. I was hesitant because I knew there was a catch (there is always a catch in China), but she really helped me keep pace and explained some history of the wall. Despite being probably 30 years my elder, she never got tired; she was always ahead of me. Frankly, after an hour, I stopped trying to keep up with her. About half way into the hike, she said that she was going to leave me (I was very sad) but first, as I predicted, she wanted to sell me a “I Climbed the Great Wall” shirt. I was going to give her a tip anyway, so i decided to buy the shirt. I climbed the next 5 km with some people I met on the bus; one canadian and one from the mainline (who knew!). When we finished the section of the wall we were exhausted and covered in sweat, to say the least. However, one more challenge lay ahead of us: getting down from the wall. Low and behold, there was an easy way out: a zipline from the top of the wall to the bottom of the mountain – over rocks and a river. I had quite a dilemma – either hike down the mountain or go on the zipline. I don’t enjoy heights and the fact that this zipline looked like it was built in the early 1970’s didn’t really help its cause. My two new friends easily talked me into doing the zipline, which was really a no brainer. In 20 seconds (although it felt like 20 minutes) I was at the bottom of the mountain ready for lunch and the ride back to Beijing.

As I waited for the train back to Shanghai, I contemplated putting on my “I Climbed the Great Wall” shirt, because the one I was wearing (and had been wearing on the Great Hike) was disgusting. I decided to wait until I got on the train so that none of the locals would laugh at me for wearing the shirt, not that they don’t laugh anyway. I got on the train, got into my top-bunk bed, and slowly drifted off in my new shirt thinking “Wow, I had done it!”…… Not so fast

The next morning, the conductor wakes all of us up and the train slowly stops. It’s 7am. I thought we were getting to Shanghai at 7:35am, we’re early… nice. I jump out of the train, along with everyone else, and walk outside of the train station. As soon as I look up into the sunny sky, my heart plunges and skips a few beats… “*****” I say loudly. I wasn’t in Shanghai. 

See, usually, I wouldn’t care much, but it was 7:10am and I had to be in class (in Shanghai!!) at 8:45am. Where was I?!?! I quickly get a cab, to see how far I might be, but when I try to talk to the driver I remember that I don’t speak Chinese. I then look at the dashboard and see “Sudzhou Cab Company”. So I’m in Sudzhou. “*****”. I get out of the cab and sneak into the train station by covering up my departure city (Beijing). When inside, I find the next train to Shanghai (7:40). But how do I get on the train? I don’t have a ticket! I walk up to the person collecting the tickets and show him my ticket. He says something to me in Chinese. I assume he is saying that this is a ticket from Beijing, not Sudzhou – and he’s right. I try to say slowly in English (like it matters) that I got off at the wrong stop. He and the other person there quickly realize that I got off too early and start laughing. They continue laughing. Then they signal for others to come see this. The others start laughing. Who can blame them? Here is this non-chinese person wearing a “I climbed the Great Wall” shirt who got off at Sudzhou instead of Shanghai. So I laughed along with them, because why not? Finally, they let me on the train, thank god. 40 minutes later I was back in Shanghai, alas! I had done it – with a few (or more) bumps in the road – but I had done it!

Sorry I have net been keeping up with the blog, but it rare that I have time at my computer. The few times I am in my room, I’m way too tired to blog. But here it is….

Shanghai is a great city, however, I feel as if I am not getting the full Chinese experience. To put it in different words, Shanghai is the Chinese Government’s baby. The city is (and was built/continues to be built) as what China aspires to be in the future. Shanghai is the business/financial center for China, which is arguably (or not..) the business/financial center of the world. And you can tell! As I mentioned in my previous posts, don’t expect to see Chinese architecture in Shanghai, but rather some of the most modern buildings in the world. Shanghai already has the two tallest (and most modern looking) buildings in all of Asia, and is building the tallest building in the world. Next summer, the World Expo is coming here. This means Shanghai is expecting some 70 million visitors from abroad. Because of this, people are working day and night to build as many unbelievable buildings anyone has ever seen. I recently went to the urban planning museum (yes – they actually charge you money to show you how amazing Shanghai is going to be) and they are expecting another 30-40 magnificent buildings (some not so tall – but still unreal in architecture) to be completed before the Expo. Why? It seems to me that China is way too preoccupied with what others think of her. The Chinese government is spending an absurd amount of money on the “vision of China” (which is shanghai). Simply put, they want Shanghai to be the most powerful city in the world.

Because of this, the planners/government officials recently (1980’s ?) knocked down many of the old houses and buildings in order to build these ultra-modern mega-structures. Don’t get me wrong, these buildings are incredible, but I came to see different things. So, last weekend I decided to take a train to Hangzhou, a small city (5 million people – nothing in China) known for its traditional Chinese architecture. It was a very nice change. The old city is still in tact around the West lake, which has a beautiful view of the mountains with random, sometimes hidden temples. The train ride there was great, airconditioned, seats were comfortable. The way back however was a different story. The train must have been from the late 1960’s, and they overbooked the train and packed the people without seats (me included) into a large storage-looking portion of the train. Good thing it was only a 2 hour ride (standing up). There was a thick layer of trash on the floor, which grew as I was onboard. Now this is what I came to China for! I don’t want to be the foreigner in the airconditioned seats, I want to be with the locals. (or I thought). That was a rough trip.

Anyways, I was glad to get back to Shanghai. That meant I could finally shower after dripping with sweat all day in the 37C (95F) degree heat. Success.

Despite wanting to go to some museums in Shanghai, I have seen much of the city. Next weekend, Beijing – a 12 hour train ride. Should I be the foreigner in the airconditioned seats/bed, or the local standing up? Tough decision…

When describing how my first week in Shanghai is going, friends and family ask me: “Have you been to (insert tourist attraction here)?!?!” In short, yes, I have, but only for a few hours. The majority of my time is spent living in Shanghai for real. I am staying at a University that is on the outskirts of the city. There is no tourism in this part, which I find out everytime I try to ask someone for something because no one understands me. I have made several chinese friends (all encounters begin with “Do you speak English?”) here who take me to places where locals go. Usually these places involve eating (a lot) but the best is when we play basketball. It’s not the fact that I like to play basketball a lot (which I do) but it’s an experience that tourists simply don’t get. I am the only non-chinese person on the basketball court complex – consisting of 9 courts. It is evident that tourists don’t usually play here when I step foot on the court and 150 pair of eyes stare at me (not exaggerating). But as soon as the ball is checked in and we start playing, I become one of them. I was surprised that all of the people I was playing with knew the basketball vocabulary in English (shoot, dribble, foul, out of bounds). Even if they didn’t know the vocab, it wouldn’t have mattered, because it seems that the rules of pick-up basketball extend beyond language and culture because they didn’t need to tell me how to play, i knew.
So while I haven’t spent that much time at the Bund, Nanjing Rd, the Shanghai museum, Old town (etc..) – the places all of the travel books and websites say are so important to go see – “you haven’t been to shanghai if you haven’t visited (insert tourist attraction here)” I am pretty confident in saying that even if I never go to the “must see” places, I have definitely experienced and been to Shanghai.

Days before leaving for Shanghai, China, I had no idea what to expect. All I knew is that I was going there to get my certificate to teach English as a foreign language abroad. That’s it. Everyone I talked to about Shanghai gave me their own take on how it would be. “You shouldn’t have a problem, Shanghai is very westernized”. “Don’t worry, it’s an international city, many people speak english”. These were the most popular ‘notions’ about Shanghai.

I have been in Shanghai for 3 days and I will say that everything that has happened to me has been an adventure. Everywhere I walk people stare at me because I am not Chinese; some even point at me and say things while laughing. If I find someone who speaks English, it is usually so broken that I can’t understand it anyway. I try to eat at places that have pictures on the menu, but if I can’t find one, I just point at anything on the menu and eat it – I’ve had hits and misses (hits include bullfrog, intestines, and quail eggs, so far). The only phrases I know in Mandarin are ‘bu yow’ (I don’t want that) and ‘pee jo’ (beer). I figure that should carry me for my 4 weeks here. When I am not in class, where English is spoken, I have gotten used to going many hours straight of not speaking at all (because no one understands me).

All of this unknown and adventure has led to an amazing experience so far. In fact, I wouldn’t want it any other way. Although, Shanghai is an international city with whole areas of huge western influence, most of the city is completely foreign from anything American. The incredible mix of traditional and modern chinese architecture and buildings straight out of the Jetsons cartoon show makes Shanghai such an amazing city – especially at night when much of the city is lit up. I look forward to sharing more experiences about Shanghai and about English classes that I will be teaching to Chinese students. Wish me luck. Between the street vendors grabbing me into their shops and the thousands of cars and scooters all driving like maniacs, I will need it.

再见

-DGP

My name is David Garcia-Pedrosa and I am a rising senior at Haverford College. From June to July, I am going to be in Shanghai, China getting my TEFL (Teaching English as a Foreign Language) Certificate and exploring the city! In August I am going to Quetzaltenango, Guatemala, a town in the mountains about 4 hours from Guatemala City. There I will be volunteering at the Pop Wuj medical clinic as well as using what I have learned about teaching language in Shanghai to teach English and Spanish in the language school.

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