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164 Views | 4 Comments | 3 Articles | 3/22/2019 8:30:07 PM

My very first bus-trip in China was the ghastly trip from Ningbo to Huangshan that I mentioned in my previous blog - tedious, boring, exceedingly uncomfortable and otherwise to be forgotten, although Huangshan itself was indeed memorable.  We must have been married by then because no-one objected to us staying together in a twin room!  The marriage, the hospital inspection, the civil ceremony and celebration is another story for another time. Read more…

209 Views | 7 Comments | 1 Articles | 3/18/2019 9:55:25 PM

The chronology of those early trips is somewhat confused - more than 20 years have passed by - but I think after the Aussie Melbourne Cup celebration at the embassy next port of call was Ningbo, by overnight ship from Shanghai.  A two-hour bus trip from Shanghai to the port wheezing in clouds of smoke from beneath the no-smoking sign and then overnight in the four berth cabin of an old clunker to Ningbo - memorable.  I'll see if I can find any photos.  Meeting family, then by bus to Huangshan.  Oh! how buses have improved since then, speed and comfort wise!  The 'seats' were reclining wicker beds, you could not sit up at all.  In the misty morning you could choose xifan zha cai mantou or nothing haha (wet rice, pickled turnip bland buns). Read more…

781 Views | 13 Comments | 4 Articles | 5/19/2018 2:16:57 PM

I've visited China five times and lived there for about a year teaching English.  With your cognisance, perhaps I can share a few reminiscences with you about it. Both good and bad. Warts 'n all. This article will in fact form part of a short series on this topic.  For the information of those who've heard so much about this mysterious kingdom but not yet had the opportunity to visit it.

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726 Views | 14 Comments | 0 Articles | 4/27/2018 11:12:27 PM

On my last day in China, in appreciation of my help in the gym, Mandy invited us for dinner at the restaurant she worked at. After two weeks of dieting, my wife was exuberant. Not just because she could eat anything, but because the place was so fancy.  Read more…

1427 Views | 35 Comments | 0 Articles | 4/27/2018 9:31:31 PM

The Shouting Boy

So I turned to my wife and asked, “Did you hear that shout?”

“What shout?” she asked, sleepy-eyed.

It was Sunday morning in Shenzhen. The streets were quiet, nearly without traffic, cars and pedestrians alike. My wife and I were already up and on our way to the gym. I was very much jet-lagged and about to convince myself that the airplane engines were somehow still roaring in my ears, when there it was again—a bawl. This time, it got my wife's attention as well. Read more…

754 Views | 10 Comments | 0 Articles | 4/14/2018 9:30:17 AM

Visiting China always cracks something open inside me. If I want to describe this thing, I close my eyes, and it will appear as a hotel room that has just been put back into operation after being unused for a long while. Its door and windows are wide open to air the place out. Furniture is dusted off, floors swept. After the final once-over, the room is ready to do the only thing it's supposed to do: accommodate fresh memories. Read more…

1305 Views | 4 Comments | 0 Articles | 8/5/2016 10:42:17 AM

There are many things that we westerners complain about in China, the 'Bean-Can-Man'; those that pay homage to the 'Flob God'; people walking on roads and driving on the pavement; the apparent lack of common sense; even the education system that is often more akin to palliative care than it is to teaching. Read more…

1563 Views | 6 Comments | 7 Articles | 11/7/2015 11:03:29 PM

I blinked but I couldn’t believe it.  But Ted (a foreign teacher like me) was correct.  Close to our university, attached to the side of the house just outside of a window was a dirty bird cage.  Inside the bird cage was a dog. Read more…

3179 Views | 24 Comments | 7 Articles | 7/17/2015 9:56:47 AM
3086 Views | 12 Comments | 1 Articles | 3/9/2015 2:48:25 PM

I don't remember how often I have been to Xi'an, but I can only remember that I was always rushing to and fro around the factory- hotel- airport in the business trips. (We have an important supplier in Xi’an with whom we both have been in a close cooperation in the past many years.)  When I finished my work, I usually rushed to the airport to catch the last flight to get home. In order to save time, sometimes I just had a bowl of noodles to fill my poor belly at the Airport, and finished it as soon as possible in a few minutes before the boarding gate was closed. I still remember that the cheapest noodles soup was RMB 68 at the airport.  The other day I read on a Chinese forum that some Netizens were complaining the noodles soup was too expensive at the airport.  Read more…

2439 Views | 5 Comments | 1 Articles | 2/9/2015 3:58:47 PM

After arriving at the hotel feeling totally exhausted we finally got the sleep we so desperately needed.Tomorrow was New Years Eve and Amy needed to work. Read more…

1901 Views | 4 Comments | 0 Articles | 1/29/2015 3:49:50 PM

We arrived at Krabi airport in relatively high spirits. Although our holiday was over we had both had a fabulous time. We knew that we were in for a rough night because our 3 hour 30 minute flight was due to land in Guangzhou around 1.30 am and our flight to Amy's home town was due to take off at 07.10. Read more…

2063 Views | 3 Comments | 5 Articles | 1/19/2015 2:05:40 PM

“Do they really eat the fish that they catch there?” I ask Tina as we walked slowly past a bunch of fishermen with lines dangling limply into the muddy waters of the Shawan River.  Tina and I were on our way home, after a big afternoon of exploring many of the back block areas around her home town of Shawan. Read more…

2442 Views | 9 Comments | 7 Articles | 1/18/2015 4:23:26 PM

“Why did you wake me up?” Tina had cried out.  “I was eating MEAT!”  This was the last sentence of my previous article.  It had described how Tina as a youngster had been brought up in tough conditions, often with a minimum of food to eat.  Meat in particular was a special treat for the family to be enjoyed only occasionally. Read more…

3798 Views | 20 Comments | 8 Articles | 1/18/2015 1:35:51 PM

On this slow moving day, Tina and I were taking a walk around various areas of Shawan, her home town. Soon we ended up at some sort of historical site, the birthplace and long term residence of Guo Moruo.  He was an acclaimed Chinese author, poet and historian, being born in 1892 and passing away in 1978.  Read more…

6219 Views | 49 Comments | 8 Articles | 1/16/2015 1:10:32 PM

“Come on, Barry – let’s go to the shops and have some lunch!”  Tina suddenly blurted out to me.  “You look so serious.” Read more…

6347 Views | 42 Comments | 7 Articles | 1/16/2015 1:09:32 PM

To recap the scenario from the preceding article, I was in a real pickle. I’d suffered a bad bout of diarrhoea in Tina’s apartment on the very day that her toilet had stopped working. I'd been forced to run to her bathroom and unfortunately filled it up with an overflowing mess of poop. Tina in the meantime had dashed out to the shops and her return was imminent.  Read more…

8224 Views | 32 Comments | 8 Articles | 1/11/2015 4:16:01 PM

Day 22 dawned.  I couldn’t believe how quickly time was passing.  It seemed like I’d arrived in China just a few days or so previously, but the facts were the facts.  I was entering my fourth week here, like it or not.  I felt a vague yet quite genuine sense of sadness that I'd have to be leaving China soon.  I’d felt immensely happy here and inwardly vowed that I would return, though I knew that due to work and other pressures back in Australia, this probably wouldn’t be as soon as I’d like. Read more…

4367 Views | 24 Comments | 8 Articles | 1/7/2015 10:16:28 AM

It had proven to be an extremely tough yet fascinating day.  Tina and I had just returned from a three hour hike in the dark aroundthe myriad ridges, gullies and foothills surrounding her home town of Shawan.  We’d badly miscalculated though on how much daylight was left in the day, after being both entertained and intrigued by a visit to a half completed monastery in the distant hills.  Being somewhat remote, hardly anyone visited the place, so upon spotting us, the caretaker monk there had been only too pleased to show us around.  Read more…

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