Sunday, March 31, 2013

Hubu Xiang and the Duck Incident


Frog
 
This past Saturday we set out for Hubu Xiang, which is an alley of street vendors selling an assortment of different foods – everything from fried pumpkin balls to rice patties to frogs.  Hubu Xiang is in the Wuchang district of Wuhan and we live in the Hanyang district so it was a decent trek by bus, but fun to navigate our way to a place in Wuhan we hadn’t been yet.
 
Duckling
Overall it was fun and we had a good time with a few of our friends who came as well; however there is one incident which blanketed the entire day and has frustrated me to such a point that I decided to journal about it. As we were leaving I saw a young Chinese boy, around 4 years old, and his friend with a baby duck. A duckling may appear a strange companion for a child but animals in China don’t seem to be viewed in the same way as America; in marketplaces it’s not uncommon to see a man carrying a basket chock-full of baby ducks, baby porcupines or baby [insert animal] to sell for whatever purpose (that part of the equation I don’t usually like to ponder). So this boy, whose parents were workers in the alley, took his newly purchased duckling and proceeded to throw it to the ground…with his parents standing by and watching. In all of four seconds my jaw dropped, the parents smiled and the boy had tossed the duckling around a few more times for his own personal amusement.

The Culprit
I’ve seen countless  things that don’t seem to “make sense” to my western mind and there are often moments I have to stop, take a breath and remind myself that my opinion isn’t going to “change China," nor should it. This was not one of those moments. Musing for a quarter second more I marched over to the two children, grabbed the boy’s arm and yelled “bu shi!” (no!) Where I may have been sued in America his parents merely watched in shock here.

After they were over the initial astonishment of a foreigner approaching them I then commenced explaining (in embarrassingly broken Mandarin) that they are big, the duckling is small and it’s not ok to hurt something smaller than you. I pet the duckling gently and encouraged them to do the same. Trying to personify the poor animal to them (which was breathing heavily, had a slightly cracked bill and hobbled its way over to me seeming to understand I was there to protect it) I asked what the duckling’s name was. We talked for a while longer – his parents finally approached me excited to speak with the foreigner and agree with what I had to say – and when I was convinced enough that my point had been made I departed. Turning around to glance one more time I saw another young boy approach my two new friends and… kick the duckling. My young friend screamed as loud as he could in the new child’s face and brought the duckling under his protection.

The truth is, I don’t know if the lesson will stick with them for longer than ten minutes but in that moment I was so enraged that nothing could stop me, right or wrong. Perhaps it was compounded with the overall experience I’ve had personally watching the maltreatment of animals on the streets along with a clip I recently watched concerning the treatment of animals on a fur farm in China (you can view that HERE). WARNING – IT IS VERY GRAPHIC. IF YOU DON’T THINK YOU CAN HANDLE IT DO NOT WATCH IT.           

Not the happiest of posts but this is what has been, unfortunately, on my mind.

Thursday, March 14, 2013

Bucket List (30 things before I'm 30)


This past month or so has been peppered with conversation about the future. What is our plan for this upcoming year? Where will we live after our summer trek through Europe? Leaving China is a sad, sad option but it is one we need to really pray about and consider.

However, because so much is up in the air I've decided to get my hands on something I can be intentional about - and that's going to be a bucket list of 30 things I want to do before I'm 30 (and only a couple of short years to do them in....)

Bucket list – 30 things to do before I’m 30

1. Travel to Vietnam (it's kind of cheating because I did this last year, but after seeing the Rambo series years ago I was interested in Vietnam and I figured starting with one checked off the list would make me feel accomplished)

2. Go on a multi-day bike trip

3. Do a homestay with personal tutoring in South America

4. Get into a nurse practitioner program

5. Take my husband on a surprise trip

6. Take a MENSA test

7. Get in the routine of waking up early for alone time

8. Travel to Dubrovnik and see the Dalmatian coast

9. Get Open Water scuba certified

10. Pay off my undergraduate loans

11. Listen more, talk less

12. Journal and write poetry daily

13. Travel to Istanbul + get a Turkish bath

14. Take rock climbing lessons

15. Buy an Estonian sweater IN Estonia

16. Learn to cook ten solid meals well

17. Be at peace with whatever season my life is in

18. Do another medical missions trip

19. Randomly hop a plane to the cheapest “out of country”location available and spend a few days there

20. Do a road trip in the Northeastern part of the U.S.A.

21. Go on more backcountry camping adventures

22. Eat less sweets

23. Try a new food in every new place traveled

24. Travel to ALASKA

25. Hike the Inca trail to Machu Picchu

26. Read 100 books

27. Learn to salsa dance

28. Write a manifesto

29. Send a message in a bottle

30. Complete a 365 photo project (starting now)

This was quite fun, try it!

Saturday, March 2, 2013

Chinese New Year 2013


Blogging seems like the perfect distraction to writing a paper on Chinese Traditional Medicine so time to recap Chinese New Year. As many know we were in America for a couple of months getting my brother, Beau, set up stateside so returning to Asia without him was definitely bittersweet. However, returning just in time for Chinese New Year was everything we needed to heal and re-stumble upon our “us.” The past couple of years have definitely set us back in terms of the desire to spawn a “little buddy” but I think we’ve more than earned the extra time together! Here’s the recap on the beginning of our new season of marriage and continued exploration into all the nooks and crannies Earth has to offer.

Indonesia

Because I’d booked a shockingly cheap room through hostelworld I wasn’t exactly sure what to expect when arriving in Indonesia. The only thing I really knew (thanks to the quick pre-arrival study-up) was that it was a country that was comprised of 15,000+ islands and that we were staying on a small one towards the north. When we got to our hostel we found it to be far cleaner than many of our Asian experiences and even beyond that there was a free shuttle to a sister resort which was far nicer than anything I’d be willing to pay for. We took advantage of this a couple of our days and passed some time leisurely reading our kindles on the beach. Dostoevsky took over my life for those two days so it was well worth it.

Because I’m not one to enjoy being confined to a resort on a small island (no matter how picturesque) one day we took to walking for miles and happened across some small villages scattered along the east side of the island. This was by far my favorite part of Indonesia for two reasons: it’s the first time I’ve ever seen monkeys just doing their monkey business out in nature and conversing with the people the best we could I found the friendliest and happiest communities I’ve ever really come across. The more I travel the more I discover the direct correlation between having less and smiling more. That’s not to say that hard times don’t produce hard people but on the whole I’ve observed the irony that simple living brings richness to life worth more than its weight in gold. I WANT THIS.

With our remaining time we travelled to the main market streets of the island to experience a busier part of the culture that the village life simply doesn’t offer. Here we were met with a hodgepodge of different ethnicities that I came to learn was pertinent to Indonesia as a whole – as their national motto is "Bhinneka Tunggal Ika" which literally means “many, yet one.” While there I splurged (it really was splurging as we’ve learned that if you want to travel, travelling light is the way to go) and bough a tank top that said “free puk puk.” When I showed it to one of the locals he laughed and said “ah, puk puk, haha.” I’m hoping it doesn’t mean anything too scandalous but our new marriage talk has been to ask for some “puk puk” when we want a kiss so that’s what it’ll mean for the Johnson’s.

Singapore

We were in Singapore the least amount of time so I’ll probably have the least to say, but essentially I was the most surprised that it was SO CLEAN. We’ve only been to dirty, chaotic and manic Asia. Singapore was ordered, law-abiding, strict and clean. To top this off they spoke English so nothing was lost in translation as par usual. We went to a small island the first day and visited the amazing Singapore aquarium, and on the second we got to do my favorite thing – walk around aimlessly and see what fate has in store. We met with some locals who told us about the best dish (fish head curry) and the best place to get it (Muthus Curry) so we made our way to the Indian side of town and spent an hour meandering along until we found it. And dare I say, it was more than worth it.

Malaysia

Malaysia excited me the most, largely because we were there the longest and acrrued a plethora of random knowledge about its history and people. We’d been to Johor Bahru already, which was right across the way from Singapore (it was worth it to go through customs every day, staying in Singapore was far too expensive for the budget we travel on), but Melaka had a far more charming feel than Johor Bahru. We spent most of our time simply walking up and down the streets, exploring unique and interesting graveyards (I found them quite fascinating in this city) and eating at local joints for less than $1. The fact that we were eating off of banana leaves and being served whatever goopy concoction they’d made for the day made it that much better. We spent a lot of our time in Melaka with a couple we met (him from New Zealand, her from Denmark) and also passed a full day riding bikes to wherever caught the eye.

Kuala Lumpur was the next and final stop, and here we met up with a friend from China. He is Chinese and was born and raised in Malaysia, so for the two days he was there he took us to experience as much of the local flavor as he could. We went to a church which was marvelous, particularly when they worshipped in Malay. We bought some squid for breakfast at a street vendor (and though I tried to hide it the visceral response to my tongue's disgust was so intense that I almost vomited on the spot), and we also went to a party to celebrate the last day of Chinese New Year. This was probably my favorite because here I learned about the substantial presence that the Chinese and Indian populations hold in Malaysia. It wasn’t surprising to learn that most of the Chinese who came fled in the days of Mao Zedong and the Cultural Revolution. Celebrating the new year immersed in a Malaysian subculture was definitely different than the typical Chinese celebration but still held some resemblances.

We finished up our time at the Batu Caves and then headed up to glorious PRC. After a night spent in the Guangzhou train station (in which we were actually disgusting enough to sleep on the floor) it was back to Wuhan!

Overall the travel was GREAT. Not quite as outdoor adventure-filled as last year but everything we needed at the time.