Finally, News from Chengdu: Mrs. Obama is Coming!

After 2 months of struggling with posting updates from Chengdu on my site, I have finally managed an entry today!

Let’s hope it continues.

After a restful Chinese New Year, full of stories which I hope to report on later, university classes started up just last week. I registered for only 2 months of Chinese at Sichuan University before returning to the States from May to August where many of you will be seeing me as a presenter in your hometown areas. I’ll be speaking about the Amity Foundation and my work as a language teacher in China, as well as the Luzhou Protestant Church and all the activities taking place there.

But the really exciting news I have to report is happening not more than 3 blocks away from me, at our US Consulate here in Chengdu.

Mrs. Obama, her mother and daughters will be alighting in Chengdu during their March 19 – 26 tour of China!  The newspapers here are already abuzz with her upcoming visit and the U.S. Consulate staff is basically swamped with preparations for her arrival.

How do I know this?  Well, I’ll tell you how.

Our U.S. Consulate:  Bringing Local Chinese Closer to America

For those of you who don’t know about our U.S. Consulate in Chengdu, a nice intro is to check out the website: Chengdu.usembassy-china.org.cn.  This will give you all the updates of what the Consulate has to offer as well as articles about visiting Americans leading workshops or talks in the area.

What has always impressed me about our Consulate is its openness to the Chinese public.  There is a wonderful Information Resources Center (IRC) that is open Monday to Friday, 9 a.m. to 12 and 1 p.m. – 5 p.m.  The website describes the IRC as “a reference facility providing up-to-date information to Chinese audiences and U.S. Mission staff on U.S. policy, legislation and social issues.”  Anyone is welcome of any nationality but IDs are necessary.  As a US citizen, I show my passport at our security entrance but the Chinese have their nationalized ID cards which they are required to bring.

Aside from the IRC, there are weekly lectures on Wednesday, 2:30 – 4 p.m., given by various US citizens in the city who would like to share something of America or pertinent US issues with the Chinese audience members. Those attending are of all ages and walks of life and have fairly good English listening skills to understand the talks.  The presentations are on a wide range of topics, whichever the speaker is best versed in or familiar with. 

Seven years ago, when I was living in Chengdu, I gave 4 of these: Winter Holiday Celebrations (Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa), Pet Care in China, International Women’s Day and Halloween.  In fact, my Halloween presentation, which had us carving pumpkins and dressing in costumes, is still talked about today as being one of the best lectures at the Consulate.

Yes, I’m famous!

Last semester, I was too busy with school to volunteer my services but with just 2 months to go before leaving here, I felt I could handle it.  Last week, I contacted my old friend in the Consulate office, Li Tao, to tell her I’d be available for a Wednesday afternoon. Assistant Public Affairs Officer Natalie Wilkins was quick to get in touch with me for possible topics.  After scanning my offered list, she chose “Welcome to Marshall! Smalltown American Life.”  I will be touring our Chinese audience members via powerpoint through my Illinois hometown, followed by a fun quiz where English language pencils and stickers will be awarded as prizes and questions answered.

This will take place on April 9, plenty of time for me to put things together and get ready to wow the Chinese with my beloved American agricultural community.

“Could I Meet Mrs. Obama?!”

Of course, with my emails back and forth to Natalie, I had to ask about Mrs. Obama and if there was any possible way I could meet/shake hands with/be in the same room as our First Lady. She will be addressing a group of high school kids at some point in her time in Chengdu.  And surely she and her family would have a reception of sorts somewhere, maybe even the Consulate.  Any ability to join in any of these would be amazing!

 Natalie said they were all very busy at the moment preparing for her landing and my request would be passed on.

Will anything come of it?  Who knows, but I’ll certainly be letting you know if it does!

From Chengdu, here’s wishing you Ping An (Peace) for your day and hopes of more stories yet to come.

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Part 2: A Foreigner’s Glimpse at Troubled Southern China

 In yet another eye-opener, my Chinese organization (The Amity Foundation, 爱德基金会) had its foreign language teachers’ winter conference in Nanning, the capital city of Guangxi .  All the foreign teachers in our program, about 17 at that time, and their sending agency representatives from numerous countries came to attend a 1-week meeting.  We teachers shared classroom lessons, discussed our experiences and  also learned about the many Amity Foundation projects in southern China.   This meeting included  lectures and informative gatherings by locals running such Amity co-sponsored programs and then, later, visits to the project sites themselves. 

In Guangxi Province, Amity projects centered on many things.  One of their key programs was micro-loans to individuals.  A sum of 300 to 1,000 yuan ($50 – 166) was loaned to those who submitted their plans to the organization.  The money was used to  help them start up small businesses in their villages (convenience stores, bakeries, supply shops) or raise farm animals (goats, sheep, pigs, cows) to make a living.   Loans were then returned after a successful profit had been reached by those borrowing.  

These micro-loan ventures were set up by Amity throughout China but in Guangxi, some receiving this aid were AIDS’ victims.  We weren’t told how they contracted AIDS but most likely it was from sharing needles as addicts, unsanitary blood donations to disreputable groups paying money for contributions or unprotected sex with an AIDS victim.   These are all great problems in Southern China, more so than any other part of the country.

Learning First-hand of AIDS’ Prejudicism

Our project visit was to actually go to a small village where one such AIDS victim had received a micro-loan to raise goats.  We would be able to talk to him and see how the loan had completely changed his life, making him a productive citizen and able to support his family.

As it turned out, we were only able to see his animals, his small bedroom-sized home and talk to his older sister.  He was too shy and nervous to be surrounded by so many foreigners so he sent his sister instead. 

Her story was one that stunned us.

After her brother was diagnosed, his family and village  ostracized him.  AIDS awareness is still very limited in many rural parts of China.  He was shoved into a make-shift tent in the yard, away from everyone, and not allowed to enter anyone’s home or be in contact with others.  He could only eat using his own utensils and was brought food on plates that no one else would use.  She told us how the food was left outside of her brother’s tent entrance and not even handed to him, so fearful were others that they would get AIDS.  Her brother was slipping deeper and deeper into a depressive state, feeling alone and hopeless.  She worried for his safety, not only from the  villagers, who wished him to leave, but from himself as well.

 The sister was very distraught about the entire situation so when she heard there was an AIDS awareness meeting taking place in the town Chongzuo, she went.  This meeting was sponsored by the Amity Foundation, who had trained residents through informative educational sessions about AIDS.  These trusted locals then held weekly meetings in their own areas to help others understand what AIDS is and how to support loved ones or even themselves if exposed.

During the sessions that she attended, the sister learned that you can’t get AIDS from eating off of another person’s plate or using their utensils, living close to someone or hugging the person.   She discovered the fears they all had had about her brother were unfounded. 

With the help of the meeting leaders, she was able to assist her brother in applying for an Amity micro -loan so he could begin living raising livestock. 

The success of his first micro-loan allowed him to ask for another so he could build shelters for his goats and eventually a one-room brick home for himself.  While his family still hesitated to have him live with them, at his sister’s urging, they allowed him to become a more present member of the family, such as eating meals with them.  She also invited other villagers to attend the AIDS meetings with her, hoping to ease their fears about her brother being in their midst.

While this visit took place 3 years ago, today’s attitudes toward AIDS are still very much grounded in misconceptions and misinformation , much like what we heard from  the sister about her brother.  China has a  long way to go, which makes the Amity Foundation projects such as the one we saw so very important.

A Drug Users’ Support Group

Yet another Amity-sponsored project  we visited was a drug users’ support group, held on the second floor of a small hotel in Chongzuo. 

Being allowed to attend this weekly meeting for drug addicts was a very generous invitation extended to us as Amity teachers and foreign guests.  We all felt shy and uncomfortable when entering the large meeting room, where we sat behind  the 20-some Chinese drug users attending.  We were served tea as we waited for the program leader to open the meeting.  A banner above him announced this was an Amity-sponsored meeting for AIDS awareness. 

It was a slow start as he conducted the first 30 minutes with our  English language interpreter at his side.   He welcomed us, gave us a brief outline of the group present and stressed that this was not a place where blame was given but a place where addicts could talk.  The purpose was not to convince those who came to stop using drugs, mostly because they never would, but how to be safe when using them so as not to infect yourself or others with diseases such as AIDS.

Things livened up when picture cards in Chinese, produced by the US Drug Administration, were distributed. 

The colored drawings of people in various drug and sex related situations were followed by  Chinese texts explaining the facts about getting AIDS.   Every participant received a card to share with a partner.  These were passed around the room for a good 10 minutes as a review from the week before.  Then our leader quizzed everyone.

“Can you get AIDS by hugging?” he asked, to which one person raised his  illustrated card and said, “No!”  

He then read the Chinese text which stated that this was impossible. 

Everyone murmured in agreement.

“Can you get AIDS by sharing needles?” our leader continued.

There was a lot of group affirmation on that one, with another person raising his hand and reading from his card that, yes, needle sharing was definitely an at-risk action.

“Can you get AIDS by using a condom while having sex?”  was the next question.

“No!” was echoed throughout the room.

As the questions continued, we all began loosening up.  A number of us started enthusiastically chiming in our “yes” and “no” answers along with the Chinese.  Walls were starting to break down. 

Soon, some of the questions solicited a personal sharing session by the attendees.   One young man told how his family had kicked him out of the house and wouldn’t allow him to return until he gave up his habit.  He was sleeping outside, in the street.  Another said she had stolen money from her parents to buy drugs.  She just couldn’t stop.  Others voiced how ashamed their families were of them and how coming to the group was a place where no one hassled or criticized them.  

I had the impression that this afternoon gathering was the only thing in their entire week that added meaning to their lives.  The information they were given and retained made them feel educated, a tad superior to the ignorance around them.  It gave them a feeling of accomplishment and purpose, that they were still worthy of being here on this earth.

Like I mentioned before, this meeting was not to place blame, criticize or reform others for their life choices.  It was merely a place for those struggling with life problems to come together, share and learn how best to protect themselves and others from viruses such as AIDS.  I’m sure there are many who would disagree with this approach, wanting more life-changing, positive results to come about from such projects.  Amity does have other projects which focus more on drug recovery but this just wasn’t one of them.

Making Assumptions

Recently, a Chinese English teacher, who called himself Ben, told me of his visit to America for 3 weeks.  He accompanied his teenage students on a summer exchange  program to their sister junior high school in the U.S.

It was his first trip abroad and he thought himself very learned about my country after returning.  He was quite full of himself, wanting to show off all the knowledge he had discovered.  Much of his information was over-simplified and not at all accurate of a majority of the country.

 His most noted off-the-mark comment had to do with the drug situation.

“Why do all students use drugs in America?” he pointedly asked me, adding with a superior tone, “Our students never use drugs.  It is forbidden. It is against the law for anyone to use drugs. We don’t have this big a  problem in China.”

Oh, my dear, dear Ben!  How little do you know.

First of all, not all students in America use drugs. And, secondly, China’s drug problems are far more reaching than you think.  It’s just that no one hears or talks about it.

Introducing Amity

When I’m in these kind of situations, it’s always nice to bring up the Amity Foundation, a Chinese organization (not a foreign entity), that is dealing with such “nonexistent” problems in China. 

Ben had an Amity brochure in hand before he left me  and a website referral if he was interested in learning more about the organization.  He was a bright young man, not wanting to look too ignorant in the presence of other foreigners, so I’m hoping he took to heart my invitation for him to educate himself.

Whether he did so or not, I have no idea.  As I see it, I at least tried.  Perhaps next time, he will be a bit more cautious before spouting such opinionated statements.  

From China, here’s wishing you  Ping An (Peace) for your day .

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Part 1: A Foreigner’s Glimpse at Troubled Southern China

After reading of the major drug raid that took place in southern China (see previous post), I couldn’t help but recall my own dealings with this secretive criminal world when I lived in Longzhou, a small town located not more than one hour from the Vietnam border.

Drug trafficking is big in southern China and was especially so in my area.  Our Vietnam-China border zone was a major crossing point for drugs, women coerced or forced into the sex trade, and illegally sold, endangered  animal parts that claimed to heal or enhance certain ailments. (All a bunch of nonsense if you ask the experts).

Drug use is just as prevalent, although everyone I talked to refused to admit China even had a problem. 

The local police and border guards, on the other hand, were very well acquainted with this dilemma and trained to take care of it with caution and diligence. 

MONITORING LONG-DISTANCE BUSES

I still remember every time I took the long distance bus to the capital city, Nanning, all traffic was stopped at the toll gate before entering the freeway.  Our buses were entered by 2 soldiers, politely checking our IDs and even our bags if someone looked suspicious. 

After 5 minutes or so, we were released to continue onward. Those who forgot their ID cards had to disembark, write down all their information on a clipboard, and return to their seats.  A few times, I remember some who were not allowed to climb back aboard because something was amiss.  One person had his bags of loose-leaf tea confiscated, which he  handed over without too much fuss.  

Once,  I was the person under suspicion when I brought Little Flower (my dog) with me.  She was in her carrier, covered by a towel, which is how we traveled in Sichuan.  What I didn’t realize was that in the south, in-coach dog travel is not permitted.  All animals must go under the bus, with the luggage.

Everything would have been fine if LF hadn’t started moving about in her carrier as the soldier walked by us for inspection.  Her wiggling caused the young man to ask what was inside, to which I showed the dog.  He then frowned, exited the bus and brought back his commander.

Everyone was staring at us and I was panicking the dog would be confiscated.  Luckily, I had her vaccination records with me.  After peering over the documents carefully, the two finally allowed us to travel onward.  This was not, however, before having a brief talk to the driver, most likely criticizing him for allowing us on the bus.

While we did manage  to make it to Nanning and back again that weekend, it was the last time I ever took my dog on a public bus in southern China.

A RUN-IN WITH A DRUG BUST

In another incident, I was at our police headquarters in my small town to register as an overseas’ resident.  This is a standard procedure in China for any foreign teacher.  We go to the local police station with our school representative to legally establish our residency for a year. 

While there, I witnessed a drug bust of sorts which made me realize how serious a situation it was to work the border areas.

A disheveled, young man in dirty clothes was hustled out of a police van in his bare feet.  (Most likely his shoes were taken so he wouldn’t run away). His hands were cuffed behind him and he was told to kneel on the tile floor in the main room where I was waiting.  Three officers then brought in his medium-sized duffle bag and began to unpack it, lining up the contents neatly on the floor for photographing.

This is the first time I had ever seen a criminal in China captured other than TV.  I had no idea what he was being held for until his bag was unpacked. The contents of that bag astounded me, not so much for what was inside but how much of it had been stuffed in.

There were 2 shot guns, divided into pieces for assembly, hundreds of bullets, a few packs of cigarettes (personal use?),  packets of what I assumed were drugs, his own private tools for shooting drugs and then a few other paraphernalia items I wasn’t familiar with.  (Definitely not my world.)

During the time it took to spread all this out on the floor, the prisoner remained kneeling, waiting for the documentation to finally take place.  He was not ill-treated or harassed in any way.  At times, he was asked questions if these things were his.  He merely answered by nodding or saying “yes” but it was clear he was not completely all there.  Whatever he had been taking or using made him extremely groggy.

While I was curious to know more about the guy, my business was completed within the hour so I had to leave.  I do remember it gave me a deep impression about what many of us living in Longzhou, my students, colleagues and even myself, never saw but was going on right under our noses, so to speak. 

(To be continued)

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A Drug Bust in Southern China Recently Reported Across the Country

 I’m including this newspaper article to later follow up with my own experiences concerning drug-related issues in the south.  I also include it because I am currently watching Breaking Bad (a US TV series) and have seen the very disturbing Brazilian movie, City of God, both of which were referred to in the article.   

Be looking for my next two eye-opening entries after reading  the below. 

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January 7, 2014:  From the UK’s The Telegraph,   “Inside China’s ‘Breaking Bad’ village” by Tom Phillips

Boshe, Guagdong province, CHINA — A smashed lock and a scuffed red doormat reading, “Stay safe!” adorn the entrance to the unusually opulent three-story villa.

It was here that Cai Dongjia, surrounded by expensive redwood furniture and gaudy faux Corinthian columns, ruled as Communist Party chief of Boshe, a farming community in China’s southern Guangdong province that has existed since at least the 13th century.

Yet in an extraordinary reversal of fortune, 51-year-old Mr. Cai was unmasked last week as one of the most wanted drug capos in the People’s Republic: a crystal meth mafioso who allegedly corrupted young and old in his attempt to make a fortune from drugs.

Mr. Cai’s kingdom began to crumble at just after dawn on Dec 29 when about 3,000 heavily armed operatives swept into Boshe’s dust-swept alleyways with support from helicopters, speedboats and canine units.

During an operation that was reported only last Friday, police claim to have closed 77 clandestine meth laboratories, seized three tons of methamphetamine worth an estimated $250-million and made 182 arrests, including Mr. Cai and 13 other Communist Party officials.

Methamphetamine or crystal meth is now the second most used drug in China after heroin.

Major anti-drug operations are nothing new, but the scale of the accusations against Mr Cai and his fellow villagers were staggering.

Chinese police labeled Boshe (population 14,000) “China’s number one drug village” and claimed it had provided a third of the country’s total meth supply.

Twenty per cent of villagers – among them pensioners, housewives and children – had been involved in the drug trade in some way, according to Qiu Wei, a senior anti-narcotics officer.

Mr. Cai was the “back stage boss” of a massive criminal network engaged in “drug making and selling, suspected corruption, abuse of power [and] dereliction of duty”, Xinhua, China’s official news agency, claimed.

 When Boshe’s secret leaked out on Friday it immediately drew comparisons to Breaking Bad, the television series that charts the improbable descent of Walter White, a school chemistry teacher, into a life of meth cooking and gangsterism.

But local reports suggest a better comparison might be City of God, a Brazilian film that accompanied increasingly youthful drug traffickers as they used weapons, bribes and violence to seize control of a Rio slum.

For in recent years Boshe had become a “fortress” that was effectively off limits to outsiders, police claimed. Lookouts warned local criminals of suspect activity around the village and gang members used “machine guns and hand grenades” to intimidate their enemies.

A local journalist who visited the village in 2012 reported being cautioned against photographing the luxury cars parked outside a growing number of houses.

Police vehicles were used to transport drugs in and out of the village, giving the gang “an almost cast-iron guarantee of protection”, the China Daily newspaper reported yesterday. Even local children were lured into the trade, it was claimed, spending their school holidays pulling apart prescription cough medicine capsules, the contents of which were used to produce the meth.

As Boshe’s meth racket expanded, the mounds of drug-related debris being dumped on its streets and fields grew ever higher, irreparably contaminating the village’s soil and river. The legacy of that period of lawlessness could be seen on Boshe’s rubbish-strewn streets this week.

Not a soul dared to speak openly about Cai Dongjia’s arrest or the plight of the 13 other government officials or policemen in custody because of the scandal.

Asked about the recent events, house-owners, shopkeepers and government officials were united in their amnesia. “I don’t know,” said one. “I can’t remember,” claimed another.

“I really can’t talk. If I said anything, I might be hanged,” admitted a third, whispering that at least one local person had been mysteriously found dead following the recent operation.

Police had plastered many of the community’s walls with A3 posters declaring drugs “the source of all evil” and calling on traffickers to turn themselves in by Feb 15. But in many places the posters had already been torn down or defaced.

While local newspapers claimed that 400 officers had been deployed to keep order in Boshe’s winding back alleys, in fact there was hardly a policeman to be seen this week.

A 20-year-old man who appeared to be trailing reporters on a moped rejected the charges against Mr. Cai and said claims that 20% of villagers had reinvented themselves as basement chemists were an exaggeration. “The party chief is not the kind of person the media is reporting,” he said, blaming the accusations on political enemies.

Yet the suspiciously large number of luxurious villas in this largely squalid seaside village suggested something was seriously amiss.

Stray dogs and unwashed toddlers could be seen wandering many of the shanty’s filthy backstreets and raw sewage ran under many of Boshe’s elegant but dilapidated Cantonese-style homes.

But the neighbourhood around Mr. Cai’s former home was from another world. CCTV cameras sprouted from the exteriors of sumptuous three and four-storey villas. House facades glistened with gold paint. Metal bars sealed spacious verandas from the outside world. A new BMW sat outside one address.

“The houses around here are really nice and luxurious,” said a 68-year-old visitor from Sichuan province who gave his name as Mr. Wu.

“You don’t see that much in rural areas. I guess it is the result of the [economic] opening up.”

Last month, Xi Jinping, China’s president, banned government officials from smoking in public in an attempt to clean up the Communist Party reputation.

But on Monday Cai Shuibao, the interim party chief who has been sent to Boshe following his namesake’s downfall, appeared in no mood to surrender his drug of choice.

He puffed furiously on Chinese cigarettes as reporters pressed him to discuss the allegations against his predecessor or show them to one of his village’s former drugs factories.

“I have only been here three days,” Mr. Cai said. “I know nothing, nothing.”

Visibly angry, the new party chief of China’s “number one drug village” turned away and stalked back towards the shelter of Cai Dongjia’s former office, past a newly erected propaganda billboard. “Good manners, discipline and hard work will get you ahead,” it read.

 

 

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“It’s here! It’s here! It’s here!”: A Christmas Tradition Continues Along the Yangtze

My greatest purpose in returning to Luzhou for Christmas and New Year’s was to reconnect with teachers, college administrators, friends from around the city and my church community.

But a tad more on the selfish side, I wanted to pick up my Christmas presents which family and friends had mailed to the Luzhou address. I have no mailing address in Chengdu so the school’s address was it.  If I wanted all those little gifties from Santa to open, I’d have to travel back to Luzhou to get them. 

 So travel I did!

HEAPS TO OPEN

All packages for the foreign teachers  land in the English office.  I had already informed Angela, one of the Peace Corp volunteers, that boxes would be coming and she had permission to use my apartment key I had given her to put them in my home.  

 When I alighted, not only were packages waiting for me on my apartment table but also in the office.  There had been too many  for Angela to carry back with her on treks to and from the classroom so she’d left them for me to deal with.

As it turned out, a majority  were stickers and holiday pencils I’d been asking for all year.  I keep an ongoing supply of these to use for the students, plus share with the Chinese teachers or give away to friends with kids.  This year, a giant, abundant mound has accumulated since I haven’t been around to use them so I’ve been storing all of those Stateside generous mailings away for my return after the summer.

 But the one box I had been waiting anxiously to appear was my Christmas stocking, sent every year by my mother, filled with goodies and little what-nots that always bring my Christmas morning great surprise and fun.

 THE CHRISTMAS STOCKING TRADITION

 This tradition has been ongoing during the past 25 years whenever I am overseas.  My mother’s stockings have followed me around the world, from Japan to throughout Mainland China.  Never has a Christmas box gone missing, all arriving on time for December 25th and even some  the day of.

 So when my arrival here on December 22 had yet to produce my stocking, mailed December 3rd, I was a bit concerned.  As the days ticked by in Luzhou, Christmas coming and going, then New Year’s passing us by, I was losing hope.

Still no stocking.

 WHERE COULD IT BE?

 My mother and I had an ongoing email dialogue about its whereabouts. 

 She had sent it in a bright red holiday box, perhaps signaling the postal authorities that something dangerous was inside.  Did the Chinese hold onto it, or even ditch it, with worries that it carried explosives?  Did the cardboard rip open, scattering its contents of chocolates, cocoa mixes, and festive knick-knacks   throughout the country?    Did the English address cause confusion, sending the box to another Luzhou city in another province?

 My mom’s theory was that it was hibernating somewhere and would appear in the spring, perhaps along with Angela’s box full of cosmetics which her mother sent in September.  It hadn’t  landed yet, either.  

 Could be the two were huddled together in an unheated, dank,  frigid corner of a Beijing post office, counting the days to Spring Festival when both would finally, joyfully, find their way onto a truck headed south to our Yangtze river town and into our eager little hands.

 Oh, say it would be so!

 (As you can see, in China, when it comes to missing parcels from the States, our imaginations do run wild.)

 OH, YE OF LITTLE FAITH

As it turned out, no need to await Spring Festival’s  Year of the Horse (Feb. 1st) to gallop its way into my life, my Christmas stocking box bouncing against a stag’s flowing mane before dropping at my feet.

Right before I planned to return to Chengdu, January 4th brought it straight to my doorstep.

 Yes, even at age 48, I will never, ever outgrow  the excitement and delight of receiving my holiday present from my mother. 

 Oh, happy day!

LEAVING SOON

 Now that Christmas is officially over, having received my stocking and all, it’s about time to head back to the big city, Chengdu.  I’ve been trying to post photos but for some reason, they are refusing to upload onto my site.  This has happened before, mostly due to Internet traffic.  When the Net is extremely busy, photos either take forever or just never attach to the blog.    I’ll keep trying, though, because they are worthy of sharing.

 Until next time, here’s wishing you Ping An (Peace) from China!  

 

 

 

 

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The Yearly Blog Summary Report is In!

Happy New Year, 2014!
To start us all off, I’d like to share Word Press’ posted report of my website activities throughout the year. Thank you so much for following me in 2013. I look forward to your readership in 2014!
Ping An (Peace), everyone!

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2013 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 6,300 times in 2013. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 5 trips to carry that many people.

Click here to see the complete report.

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Luzhou Makes National and International News, Not in a Good Way

Yes, I’m starting off the New Year with a rather tragic tale, this one posted from my home along the Yangtze. However, this last day of 2013 will allow me to begin 2014 on a happy high note, hopefully with photos of all the fun I’ve been having these past 10 days.

A WHIRLWIND WEEK OF HOLIDAY CHEER

As you know, I returned to Luzhou (loo-joe) to enjoy the Christmas holiday for a week. I expected to have more time to write and post my stories but it’s been so busy!

There was cleaning the school apartment after 2 months away, putting up some favorite sparkly decorations and lights (couldn’t be without them), baking my delicious holiday cookies to give away, attending the PC (Peace Corp) party for the Chinese teachers, Christmas Eve at church, gatherings with Chinese friends and then a potluck hosted here by Geoff and Angela, our PC teachers, who invited several other foreigners to attend with their Chinese guests.

AN EXPLOSION OF GREAT PROPORTIONS

That last event, the potluck, was to be held on the Friday after Christmas. The day before, I prepared the only thing I can really cook well ( a humongous pot of homemade vegetable soup) to allow the many herbs to sit for a day. I had debated doing it the day-of but something nudged me into remembering why that old, wise adage, “Don’t put off today what you can do tomorrow,” has been going around for centuries.

Because it is so true.

Sure enough, Friday morning I awoke to find the electricity was off and no gas. The electricity came back on within 30 minutes, which was fine, but not the other.

In my apartment, as in most in China, the gas is used to both heat water (I have an electric gas water heater for my shower) and the range. No gas, no hot water for showers and no ability to cook.

Often times, we receive notices posted on our apartment buildings of times when any of our utilities will be off for awhile due to repairs or safety checks. Those are planned. But we sometimes get unannounced cut-offs due to unforeseen problems or difficulties.

Doesn’t happen very often but this last Friday, it was obviously so.

It wasn’t until later in the day that I found out why, when I picked up on all the news buzzing around the campus.

“Did you hear about the big explosion downtown?”
“I heard it was terrorists!”
“So many people died, hundreds! The hospitals were overflowing!”

THE FACTS EMERGE

Obviously, our gas lines were affected due to this explosion. It did come back on at 4:30 p.m., allowing me to shower and heat up the soup, but all the important details of what exactly happened weren’t revealed until Saturday newspaper articles appeared. Even we foreigners, sitting around our table of plenty that Friday evening, had all sorts of semi-accurate, gossipy stories to share about what had happened.

Here is the best article so far that I came across, putting this smaller river city, Luzhou, on the national map.

THE ARTICLE POSTED ONLINE

Huang Zhiling
China Daily/Asia News Network
Saturday, Dec 28, 2013

A fire caused by a blast of natural gas at a shopping mall in the busiest commercial street in Luzhou, Sichuan province, on Thursday night, killed four and injured 40 people as of press time on Friday.

The dead included three men aged 22, 45 and 55, and a 25-year-oled woman. One of the men was a security guard at the shopping mall. The woman had been watching a movie an d died after inhaling toxic gas in the aftermath of the fire.

Xiao Zhe, another moviegoer, said many in the theatre thought the sound of the blast came from a 3-D film and did not get up to leave.

The fire, which broke out at about 10:40 pm, disrupted the natural gas supply in the city of more than 5 million people for 14 hours.

The cause of the blast was under investigation, although some believed it happened when workers were repairing natural gas pipelines, according to Wang Tianquan, an information officer in the city.

According to Huang Cheng, an employee of the Huitong Department Store opposite the Mo’erma Shopping Mall: “I was preparing New Year’s gifts for VIP clients of our store when I heard the deafening sound of a blast. Somebody shouted, ‘Mo’erma Shopping Mall had a blast, and it caught fire,’ I fled and saw flames and black smoke coming from the first three floors of Mo’erma.”

Liu Kunfu, a resident of the city, was passing by the shopping mall with his 4-year-old grandson. Shattered glass from the six-story mall buried him up to his waist. He was rescued about a half-hour later when firefighters and ambulances arrived.

“My grandson was unscathed, as I covered and protected him with my body,” said the 49-year-old, who received treatment for bruises and lacerations in the lobby of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital attached to Luzhou Medical College.

As of late Friday, smoke was still coming from the shopping mall, whose windows were gone. Onlookers gawked outside caution tape around the darkened mall. Fire engines surrounded the centre.

“After the blast, firefighters arrived at the scene and used water blast guns to extinguish the flames. The water from the guns shattered all the glass,” said Wu Jie, 27, a cleaner.

Dozens of cleaners were sleepless Thursday night waiting for the order to clean up the glass, he said.
The injured were being treated in four hospitals in Luzhou.

Tan Zhiping, 28, was one of 12 injured people taken to the Hospital Attached to Luzhou Medical College. She suffered a fracture on her right hand.

OUR NOSTALGIC MOU’ER: THE FIRST MODERN SHOPPING PLAZA IN THE CITY

It is a sad thing when the first big shopping plaza in the city is destroyed. The Mou’er used to be the place for Chinese to go to do their fancy shopping. When I first came here over 10 years ago, no place else boasted such a one-stop shopping spree as Mou’er. There was the basement grand grocery, Western style with gleaming floors, wide aisles and carts to haul your goods around in. Then all the departments to follow on the next 3 floors: kitchenware, electronics, bedding, small furnishings, jewelry . . . not to mention very elegant clothes that could only be found in the bigger cities.

Over the years, the Mou’er became out-classed by the newly built, city central 6-story shopping malls and well-known cheaper chain stores, similar to our Walmart, like Ren Ren Le (Everybody’s Happy). But despite that, Mou’er held fast to its clientele who didn’t want to wander 6 floors for what was needed or bother getting lost in an expansive shopping area. Whizzing directly from the main street sidewalk into downtown Mou’er for a 10-minute purchase or a 2-hour wander was as convenient as it gets.

Also to be mentioned is the fact that this was one of the only stores in town that had butter consistently. For us foreigners, that made it all the more special since a trip to Chengdu (3 ½ hours away) was usually needed to purchase such a treasured item.

Saying farewell to our nostalgic Mou’er is, indeed, very sad, at least for me, anyway.

A 1-DAY HOLIDAY NEARLY UPON US: 2014 ARRIVING!

Now that New Year’s is almost upon us, the shock of last week’s explosion is fading. Everyone is getting ready for their 1-day off tomorrow before the true countdown begins to the Year of the Horse, Jan. 31st. Stores and shopping malls across the country are already highlighting huge sales, some being open to midnight or later, to welcome in 2014. Should be a very busy night in the downtown districts.

As for me, I have no immediate plans other than to meet up with friends and enjoy a pleasant evening in the rivercity, Luzhou.

Here’s hoping your 2014 arrives with great hope and joy for the new year, and here’s sending you blessings and Ping An (peace) from China this last day of 2013!

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At the Park, Christians Practice for Church Performance Celebrations

The ladies prepare for their Christmas Eve fan dance.

The ladies prepare for their Christmas Eve fan dance.

Practicing "Joy to the World"

Practicing “Joy to the World”

It started 2 months ago.

I arrived on Wednesday after class to Meng Zhui Wan park, where my swimming pool is located, to find quite a crowd.

Every day, I have been swimming as a part of my daily exercise and relaxing routine. After a 20-minute taxi ride, I step to the curbside to walk across the tiled expanse of park that surrounds the outdoor and indoor pools. Usually around noon, a small spattering of elderly are out in groups doing tai qi, ballroom dancing or swinging from the athletic equipment set up for the public use.

There aren’t usually too many but on that particular Wednesday awhile back, there were small clusters of people spread out all over. As I made my way around them, I noticed that one particular group stood in a circle, heads bowed while saying the Lord’s Prayer. Another, a small band, was in full swing playing Joy to the World. And still yet other active gatherers were working diligently on a fan dance performed to a Chinese hymn booming from their portable cassette player.

Ah, the preparations for Christmas in China were underway!

CHINESE CHRISTIANS PREPARING FOR CHURCH CELEBRATIONS

It is the custom in most Chinese churches to have performances for midnight eve services.

Last year, I was in the Luzhou church choir and we also were preparing weeks in advance for our special numbers, We Wish You a Merry Christmas (in English) and Handel’s Hallelujah Chorus (in Chinese). Our Sunday school classes (all ages), retired folks’ choir, youth and children’s choirs, instrumentalists and others were likewise getting ready for their dance, skit or musical numbers.

I remember we all met at the church at different times to practice so we had to coordinate who got the sanctuary when. Sometimes, we ran into a bit of overlap, much to the irritation of our choir director “John” Lu. I then found out that adult choir trumps all other circles in the Luzhou church. We were never the ones to move, especially when Director Lu was in charge.

Many would have met at our local city park if possible but the park was closed for the year to undergo renovations, thus it was the church we stayed at.

How nice that here in Chengdu, the church Christians could gather outside in an environment suited for such large numbers!

REACHING PERFORMANCE PERFECTION

Every Wednesday, I’ve hung back 10 minutes or so to watch everyone’s progress in their practices. I did tell a few of the ladies, during a break once, that I was also a Christian and participated in services in Luzhou last year. I’d be happy to attend their worship but I’d instead be returning on the 24th to spend time with my church family along the Yangtze.

“Oh, what a pity!” several said with great disappointment.

Yes, in many ways, it is a pity because they’ve really improved over the past 2 months. I have no doubt the Christmas Eve services at Chengdu’s main Protestant church (quite near the park, actually) will prove to be quite something special, as will all upcoming celebrations throughout the Christian communities here, Luzhou included.

Many blessings for your own Christmas celebrations, wherever you might be, and wishing you Ping An (Peace) during your Yuletide season.

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Memories of Enjoying the Chinese Gingko Among the Chinese

For one week, our sidestreets were closed  to vehicle traffic for safer gingko viewing by the public.

For one week, our sidestreets were closed to vehicle traffic for safer gingko viewing by the public.

Our neighborhood ginkgo, awaiting the crowds to alight by the hundreds.

Our neighborhood ginkgo, awaiting the crowds to alight by the hundreds.

Couples out for their wedding photos during weekends are always seen in Chengdu.  The autumn leaves made posing all the more special.

Couples out for their wedding photos during weekends are always seen in Chengdu. The autumn leaves made posing all the more special.

We all love to play in fall leaves.  These kids are creating a golden heart.

We all love to play in fall leaves. These kids are creating a golden heart.

Family members can't get enough of photographing the little ones.

Family members can’t get enough of photographing the little ones.

When a model appears, here positioned on a ladder, anyone with a camera takes advantage.

When a model appears, here positioned on a ladder, anyone with a camera takes advantage.

These office mates came out during their lunch hour to immortalize Autumn in a photo shoot.

These office mates came out during their lunch hour to immortalize Autumn in a photo shoot.

No one is excluded from  enjoying the sights of our neighborhood autumn.

No one is excluded from enjoying the sights of our neighborhood autumn.

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Dressing the City in Gold: The Autumn Gingko (银杏) In Full Glory

All week, bright sunshine and 60-degree temperatures have filled the Sichuan University campus lawns with crowds of happy folk. Families, the elderly, kite flyers, dog walkers and students have been putting this amazing weather to good use. Blankets are spread to relax or sleep on, then filled with light snacks to indulge upon later. Toddlers plow gleefully through those seated on the ground while doting grandparents follow close behind. Doggies romp freely with one another as owners chit-chat among themselves. Retired men, flying kites, keep skillful hands on their string reels while watching their homemade creations sail high over our heads. College couples, entwined in each other’s arms, whisper sweet sentiments in between nuzzles and carresses.

It is a scene I have never seen on the quiet campus of Luzhou Vocational and Technical College. A small, 3-year school just doesn’t have the drawing power of a noted Chinese university whose lush grounds, majestic ancient-style buildings and central city location make it the place to patronize for a few peaceful hours.

But this entire week really brought out both locals and tourists alike by the thousands, not only to the Sichuan University campus but many small neighborhood areas throughout Chengdu.

What’s been the big fuss?

It’s peak autumnal season of the Chinese Ginkgo trees!

THE CHINESE GINKGO 银杏 (Yin Xing)

I did some research on this tree, since it’s such a popular sight along almost every street here. This is what I discovered.

The Chinese ginkgo, also spelled gingko and known as the maidenhair tree, is of the ornamental variety. It has lovely fan-like leaves and produces nuts which are used in herbal supplements. According to the website I found, an extract is made from the leaves of the ginkgo and drunk to strengthen memory and concentration. It is also used to treat numerous ailments, including tinnitus, fatigue, asthma, Alzheimer’s disease, leg pain, multiple sclerosis, cancer, bronchitis, coughs and reproductive tract problems. The World Health Organization has even approved the use of ginkgo leaves to treat Raynaud’s Disease, a condition in which blood flow to the surface tissue of the skin is temporarily reduced.

It was brought to the New World from China in the 1700’s and has been known to do quite well in our US environment. It can survive freezing temperatures, drought conditions and heavy rainfall. However, it doesn’t fair well in arid climates so those of you living in Arizona, let’s say, won’t be finding any ginkgo adorning your boulevards.

I also learned the female tree produces a small, tan-colored fruit that has an objectionable odor. Most horticulturalists and landscapers avoid planting the female ginkgo tree for this reason. Despite that set-back, it is definitely a favorite for gardeners. It requires little pruning and has strong resistance to pests and disease. It can even be grown as a bonsai, sitting in a small pot and trimmed into a desirable shape.

But among us Chengdu folk, it’s not the hardiness, the medicinal value, or the gardener’s favorite that is bringing us out in droves to gaze at these beauties. It’s their amazingly gorgeous golden autumn leaves.

DRESSING THE CITY IN GOLD

It is hard to describe the excitement of the Chinese over the autumn ginkgo.

The few blocks, small lanes and alleyways, or larger parks and school campuses that have them are currently overrun with anyone and everyone out to take advantage of this spectacle.

Professional and amatuer photographers alike make their way under the trees’ golden, leafy tresses to get just the right light. They also have their pick of shots from among young models, wedding couples in full marriage attire and little children who wander about and strike poses while those nearby toss leaves high into the air to cascade downward upon them. Friends and family are ready with their cellphone or digital cameras. After snapping away, they then huddle together, reviewing the photos again and again to agree upon the keepers and the discards.

So popular is this seasonal experience among locals that the city government has chosen certain rare gingko spots for just that: ginkgo viewing and nothing else.

All week, our neighborhood side street lined with majestic ginkgo was blocked off. A sign along the wider street and a connecting narrow road (Splendid Lane Alley) stated that no cars were allowed, either for parking or driving. From December 5 to 12th, 9 a.m. to 6 p.m., pedestrians only had access.

Ginkgo news spreads fast in this city so you can imagine what the past five days have been like in my neighborhood: tourist central!

What great fun it has been to watch those of all ages and backgrounds walking aimlessly down the middle of the street with a canopy of yellow gold above them and a carpet of the same beneath. For the only time all year, the street sweepers were off duty from cleaning away the fallen leaves. Their traditional twigged brooms lounged against trees or lay idley along the curbside while piles of leaves crunched under our feet.

It has been a nostalgic journey for me, remembering my childhood years of play when Fall overtook our yard in smalltown Marshall.

A WEEKEND CHILL; A WEEKEND CLEAN-UP

This weekend, however, brought an end to our yearly Chengdu ginkgo viewing.

Our temps dipped into the 30s at night, 50s during the day with darkening skies and light drizzle during our morning hours. The street cleaners have been busy at work, sweeping away all that crisp beauty that all week brought us frolicking folk out by the thousands. Car traffic has returned, mingling that once fragrant fall scent with dastardly fumes.

Of course, not all of the gingko have faded away. There are still trees holding desperately to their colorful covering but it’s a losing battle. Winter is fast approaching southwestern China and the gingko are proving to be the first victims.

Ah, well.

We all have steadfast memories to enjoy from last week’s gingko tree photography sessions. I know I certainly do, along with next year to look forward to.

(Note: My autumn gingko photos are soon to follow. Downloads are excruciatingly slow on this computer, thus the delay. They should be appearing in full within the next couple of days.

UPCOMING PLANS

In the meantime, it’s the anticipation of Christmas (December 25) for me, and Chinese Spring Festival (January 31) for the Chinese, that is overtaking most of the excitement at the moment.

I’ll be off to Luzhou for a few days to enjoy the holidays with our Peace Corp members and Luzhou church community. Then it’s returning to Chengdu to finish up the school year at Sichuan University before our Chinese New Year vacation days finally set in.

If I don’t get back to you before then, here’s wishing you an early Merry Christmas from China and Ping An (Peace) for the upcoming new year.

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