Just quietly, I had been avoiding her like the plague! It wasn’t easy though….everywhere I looked, every corner I turned, there she was. Standing tall, bold and brassy…. Her name staring down at me, beckoning me to see what all the fuss was about. They call her, KTV. Westerners may know her by another name. Karaoke. It’s not that I don’t like a good sing-a-long….but considering I’m tone deaf, these are normally held in the privacy of my own home. So, I was at a bit of a loss as to why KTV had her clutches on most of the Chinese population’s social life. Outside of Tai Chi and drinking tea, KTV reigns supreme across most of Asia. For Chinese locals, KTV is their answer to our night at the pub or that slick new cocktail bar. KTV is a beacon of light where anyone can feel like a super star, week days, week nights, weekends! Whether you’re young or old, a student, a mum, a businessman or the CEO, KTV enthrals them all with her razzle dazzle. Birthday, business meeting, staff get together or hot date with your other half….KTV is your girl. Trivial fact - a survey in 2013 found there were almost 20-thousand KTV’s in China. So when my expat friends announced a big KTV night out for a birthday party, my stomach did a little flip flop…. but admittedly I was also curious to see why she was so dam popular. Step inside the KTV realm and her charm is evident. Chandeliers glisten in the foyer; neon lights fuel the anticipation. (Of course in true Asian style, she also comes in a myriad of themes. Think Hello Kitty, The Lion King, Super Mario….vintage and super opulent!) The first thing that caught me by surprise was the mini supermarket. I guess I was expecting a bar of some description not a 7/11 perched amongst the glitz. This is where you grab your shopping cart and stock up with supplies, namely booze and snacks. The staff will then escort you to your own room. You see, KTV is all about privacy. Inside the massive building are dozens of smallish, sound proof rooms with their own Karaoke box. Oh and just for the record there are some KTV venues that offer more than a stage and some snacks. In some, I’m told, you get girls! Lines of women are brought in for your selection to ahem… “serve” you. Thankfully all that was brought into us was the shopping carts, packed with our goodies. Including these tasty morsels. (Let's not mention the fact we were moved rooms due to our hostesses fear of us being electrocuted!?) Time to kick back and settle in on the leather bench seats that wrap around the room….which for all intents and purposes holds a myriad of mirror balls, microphones and maracas! OK, there aren’t maracas, that just sounded good... but there are tambourines! Which immediately piqued my interest. She can’t sing but she can shake!! There’s a small stage but mostly everyone’s in their seat or up on the dance floor, microphone in hand. We regrettably took kids, and it was head-splitting noisy, until they inadvertently found their own room! Hellelujah! A lot of the songs are naturally in Chinese, but there are also plenty of English pop songs to whisk you back to the eighties (just don’t expect too much in the way of music videos, apparently rights to use the footage is limited, making for some rather dodgy clips on display). That said, as soon as I heard Dirty Dancing’s 'Hungry Eyes' belt out from the machine, I was back in high school dreaming about Patrick Swayze... and I was sold! KTV you had me at hello! This is one cultural phenomenon I might embrace…..maybe. After all, this is China. … [Read more...]
Expat Life in Hong Kong Versus Mainland China: Is There a Difference?
Hell yes! I get asked the question all the time….and that's pretty much my answer! No, ok, so I do try to expand on that, but it's not quite that simple. I spent four years in Hong Kong and I won’t lie, I fell in love. Really, what’s not to love about the ‘City that Never Sleeps!’ I’ve written numerous posts on the mighty Kong…and all that it encapsulates and I’m sure my affection for the glittering harbour city leaps off the pages. The million dollar question: “Will I fall in love with Xi’an?” To be honest, probably not in quite the same way. But, (yes there’s a but)… I do know, that when it comes time to leave Xi'an -- this city will have snuck in and grabbed a little piece of my heart, craziness and all. Time does that. Often whether you like it or not. You make memories, good and bad….you form a bond with the city and its people…and before you know it, you find yourself being a little over protective about the new love in your life. Pollution?? What pollution! Pfftt! (She says choking through her new (stylish) mask!) But let’s get down to the nitty gritty, because despite both cities technically belonging to China, they are chalk and cheese! POLITICS Hong Kong is an SAR - Special Administrative Region of China which means it still (for all intents and purposes) governs itself but remains under the control of the People's Republic of China. Under British rule for 156 years, the great 'handover' to China took place in 1997. As you can imagine, this makes Hong Kong a fascinating blend between the East and the West. As you may also imagine, a large part of Hong Kong's population grapples with the idea of being under the Motherland’s umbrella… which as we saw with the protests last year, can create a lot of friction (to say the least). For more on the relationship between the two, you can read my post: Not Made in China. There's a somewhat icy relationship between the two and it shows no sign of thawing, admittedly more evident when you're in Hong Kong. In Xi'an many people have never even been to Hong Kong (one reason being: they are not allowed to fly directly) so to locals this 'fragrant harbour,' remains an enigma. For me, as an expat now living on the Mainland, the two governments make for some interesting lifestyle challenges differences. Whilst Hong Kong experiences the freedom of the Western world, the Communist Party of China's rules on censorship are strict and probably what affects my day to day activities the most. My regular haunts on the computer are banned (Facebook, Google, Twitter and many, many websites). Often news stories are only shared on television and in newspapers with a local twist (if they’re shown at all) making it difficult to stay in touch with the real world. Yet, Somehow I manage. ;) As for using the internet, at all.. let's just say it can be the stuff of genuine nightmares (first world problems I know)! But the government runs the only two internet companies and the connection is extremely patchy…(especially after coming from HK where the internet speed is amongst the fastest in the world)! In mainland China, your internet usage is also monitored (yes everything you are looking at, they're probably looking at too). The magic VPN’s help us connect with the outside world but the government is continually cracking down on these in a bid to make it increasingly difficult for foreigners to log on to their favourite spots. (And breathe!) LANDSCAPE Located in the south of China, Hong Kong is a harbour city, which means oodles and oodles of water, tropical islands, beaches, outdoor pools, junk boats, not to mention lush green mountains, all wrapping around a sparkling skyscraper city! Need I go on?! On the flip side, summer in Hong Kong is ridiculously humid, so humid you continually feel like you have just poured a bucket of warm water over your head and must make friends with the shower several times a day. It's also in the path of plenty of typhoons! (Mind you expats love this....a T8 means take the day off!) Xi’an on the other hand, is in the far north west of China, in fact it’s not all that far from the desert and is completely land locked! It’s not unlike a dust bowl. In the heart of the summer months with temps in the 40s for several weeks, the heat is dry and oppressive. Nonetheless, it boasts one of the most authentic Chinese looking cities on the map. Paved with stunning architecture and ancient monuments, this is the real deal! Winter in Hong Kong is relatively mild, whilst in Xi’an things step up a notch with minus temps and often snow. (Bring on the snow fights!) HISTORY Both cities are steeped in monumental history. Hong Kong boasts fascinating stories of powerful clans, marauding pirates and European traders. But when you're talking cities and history, Xi’an is hard to beat. It was the start of the epic Silk Road and has been the capital of China for 10 dynasties! It harbours some incredible sights that are thousands of years old (those famous Terracotta Warriors just one that brings millions of tourists here all year round). In both cities it's hard not to be swept up in their traditions, but Xi'an definitely captures a moment in time that nowhere else does. To that end, Xianese are fiercely proud. As an expat it's hard not to become enthralled with a city that has experienced so much. LANGUAGE Both country’s predominant language is Chinese, but in Hong Kong they speak Cantonese while in Xi’an (and the rest of China) it’s Mandarin (mind you there are many, many dialects)! Hong Kong still uses Traditional Chinese characters for writing, while the Mainland use what they call Simplified Chinese (if you can call anything about these complex characters, simple)! Hong Kong’s western roots means English is much more widely spoken. In Xi’an, not so much. Hence while I escaped the need to learn Cantonese in HK, here in Xi'an, learning Mandarin is virtually unavoidable. (For most expats, that can be both a good and bad thing!) ;) FYI: Both are what they call 'tonal' languages, Cantonese has nine different tones, Mandarin four (so I guess you could say, I’m lucky?!). Naturally this small but pertinent issue makes my daily life somewhat more challenging living in Xi’an. EXPATS Even the type of expats differ between the two cities. Of course, Hong Kong is king when it comes to being a haven for expats. There are around 300,000 currently calling the Fragrant Harbour home. In Xi'an, we are pushing 1000. As the world’s financial hub, Hong Kong is one of the most sought after cities in the world and consequently attracts expats from all over the globe, largely in professional roles like banking and IT. (1st tier Chinese cities, Shanghai and Beijing obviously boast bigger numbers.) In Xi’an, the majority of expats tend to be either teachers at international schools and universities or managers of some description at big factories like Samsung and Boeing. The very nature of both cities and their trades, means day to day lives are a little different. Picture a weekend in the Kong: Cashed up bankers roaming Lang Kwai Fong, swilling back a jelly shot or two; consuming copious amounts of dim sum for Sunday brunches in one of the city’s myriad of restaurants, often with a view over a stunning harbour…HK expats are filling up their lives with jaunts on Junk boats and heavenly high teas! I do jest, (just a little) but the clincher is, those champagne brunches are much more doable in a place like Hong Kong where most families have the privilege of a live in Domestic Helper (Nanny). In Hong Kong the helper is quite the phenomenon. Affordable and for most expats, compulsory. If you get caught up in Hong Kong's bubble you may find yourself living the highlife on more nights than is probably legal. No wonder there are 8000 restaurants in the Mighty Kong. Here in China they do have “Ai Yi’s” - the helper equivalent but they are more common in the bigger expat cities like Shanghai. They’re not really expensive but it’s less of the norm here for them to mind the kids, it’s more about some cleaning and possibly a bit of cooking, (if you can handle the local fare). And finding one that speaks any English round these parts is truly a rare commodity. So in Xi’an on the socialising front, more often than not you’ll find yourself at a friend’s home….(heck there really aren’t too many western restaurants in Xi’an with a view anyway!) It’s local Hot Pot and noodles all the way. No matter which country you're residing in, expats will tell you they rely on each other as their pseudo family. The more foreign the place, the more you need your peeps! REAL ESTATE In Hong Kong, it’s really no secret, it’s one of the most expensive places to live in the world. Rent is exorbitant and the return is usually a rather small shoe box for living quarters.. We lived on the 43rd floor of a smallish apartment building, next to the world’s 7th tallest building - it was conveniently located above a shopping centre, train station and host of international restaurants. In Xi’an, we live in a spacious apartment in a four story hotel, next to a 1300 year old Pagoda temple! There are shopping centres and street food carts at my door, not to mention cars driving on the footpath. (Did I mention room service?) What’s the difference in dollars? I’m talking around 5000 RMB rent a month in China compared to say 20,000 RMB in HK (on the cheaper side) — 10,000 RMB compared with around 60,000 RMB on the average side. The difference in price and space is quite remarkable! PUBLIC TRANSPORT Getting around Hong Kong is a no brainer. In truth, probably one of the easiest cities in the world. Geographically its small and that helps. The local MTR (subway) system is fast, efficient, cheap and simple. HK’s iconic red taxis crawl the roads 24/7 and are pretty reasonably priced. Here in Xi’an taxis are not so much part of the equation….for expats anyway. Firstly, because getting one is about as easy as climbing the Great Wall. One look at the foreigner and they’re scared off, for life. We have no clue how to tell them where we are going and they’re not going to get into that sort of predicament (which can also happen in HK I might add). The train system is reasonable but nothing compared to Hong Kong's; so it’s generally (extremely overcrowded) busses all the way, unless you’re game enough to jump into a Tuk Tuk (local three wheeler), or get yourself a scooter! A lot of expats in Xi’an have drivers (many come with the company contract) for the sheer fact that English is minimal and getting public transport isn’t easy; in theory it's great, but the inability to get around on your own can mean a lack of spontaneity! Some of the braver expats I know, ride bikes and scooters! Kudos to them! HEALTH Hong Kong's healthcare is considered to be up there with some of the best systems in the world. Its people have the longest life expectancy, so that's saying something isn't it! With numerous private hospitals that are predominantly state of the art, as long as you have health insurance, as an expat you are generally in good hands. There are a wealth of local GP's (many English speaking) and once you get used to them handing out your medication over the counter in tiny packets, it's pretty manageable. I had my daughter in a Hong Kong hospital, the doctors were first rate and the facilities were even better. In Xi’an it is rather a different story. Naturally the language barrier makes things difficult to begin with if you're a foreigner. While there is now an international hospital in Xi'an, most expats I've spoken with, if seriously ill, would choose to fly out of China. There is no such thing as a local GP, you generally go to the hospital for any of your ailments and see a doctor there. No appointment necessary, but potentially a long wait. Many of the treatments are quite different to those you would receive in the West as is some of the medication you'll be given. Hygiene as you might know it in the West, does not appear to be at the forefront of hospital staff minds. (Read more about it here.) For many expats living in China, outside a first tier city, healthcare is often the biggest concern. SHOPPING Ahhhh shopping….one of my favourite things... There's a good reason Mainlanders flock across the border at Shenzhen into Hong Kong, the shopping capital of the world where there are more LV stores than Paris! The tax on local products in China means it is more expensive in Xi'an and believe it or not, whilst everything is apparently "made in China" it's certainly not always available in China. Why? You can read about it here. Stocking up on supplies in Hong Kong has become a regular part of my life. (And to think when I first lived in Hong Kong, I would restock back in Australia.) In Hong Kong, the local Post Office is a world away from those 'one stop super stores' I know in Australia. Think your basic warehouse type scenario for ingoing and outgoing mail and nothing more. Sending and receiving mail is relatively cheap and easy though....although there are occasions when your mail can take weeks to arrive! In Xi'an receiving mail is like playing lotto! Highly unlikely it will arrive, but occasionally you get lucky. CULTURE Both cities have their cultural nuances. Hong Kong is filled with a world of oriental practices and traditions...Xi'an is heaving with its own ancient beliefs and colourful folklore. There is a distinct difference in world views. Most Hong Kongers have travelled outside of Asia, but in Xi’an very few know what life is like outside of China…and for them, this world they have been sheltered from is naturally a little intriguing and most likely a little intimidating. Most Xianese are content to spend the rest of their lives here. A world that is fascinatingly simple and sacred, as an expat daily interaction with locals is challenging for both language and cultural reasons. 'Face' plays a huge role in most Asian cultures but in Xi'an it's an integral part of everyday life. You never quite know what's going on behind the 'face'. It's in Chinese DNA not to say no. While Xian moves at a relatively slow, relaxed pace - in stark contrast the frenetic pace of Hong Kong is unrivalled. There's a reason they call Hong Kong the 'City that Never Sleeps.' FOOD Food style differs right across China from the North to the South. Each region has its own tried and true recipe for success. In fact there are eight culinary cuisines, check out a full post on Chinese food here. From delectable Dim Sum and BBQ pork in Hong Kong, to noodles and hot pot in Xi'an..everywhere is exceptionally different. Up north they like it hot and spicy. Very spicy! Which for this foreigner requires a fire hydrant of water at my side! You will find more western food available on the supermarket shelves in Hong Kong as opposed to Xi'an's, which mostly carry very local grocery items. Cucumber toothpaste anyone? Eating out in Xi'an has its plus side. It's ridiculously cheap! From street food to local hot pot or even the buffet in a five star hotel....prices are refreshingly low! Aside from local holes in the wall, the same really can't be said for Hong Kong. SCHOOLING The minute you give birth in Hong Kong, people will be asking you which school you've enrolled that new bundle of joy in to! No kidding! There are at least a dozen international schools and numerous local schools you can choose from. Despite the large number of facilities available, there are even more people wanting to enrol. With demand outweighing supply, the school entry system is cut throat and getting into the school of your choice takes meticulous planning and preparation (not to mention school interviews for kids often as young as two!) Schooling in Xi'an is rather limited. If it's not a local school (which is night and day when compared with a western school system -- longer hours, less play), there are just three international schools to choose from. However getting accepted is relatively straightforward. In fact, with a lot less expats in town, these schools are champing at the bit for western children to sign up and give their school that 'international feel.' There's no denying, despite both cities harbouring populations of around 8-million, Hong Kong's exposure to the western world and the world in general, as well as it's location and climate has seen it grow into Asia's World City. It definitely makes for easier living in many ways. Xi'an is still relatively untouched by the outside world and thus in many ways remains like a big country town. Tourism is bringing more and more global exposure in to the city ...and I'm intrigued to return in another decade and see the changes. It would be a big shame to see it lose its authenticity though. Depending on your desire, both cities offer completely different living experiences, in China! For us, both have been unforgettable posts in more ways than one! This is China. Where would you choose to live as an Expat? … [Read more...]
Good Morning Xi’an! How China Wakes Up……
7:30am and the streets are bustling with locals…many are elderly Chinese (often with their grandchildren)….they’re in their element, out and about, primed for business (and socialising)! There’s an awful lot of yelling (which for a non-morning person, seems a tad extreme) but it’s all par for the course when you step into the whirlpool of commotion that is the morning wet markets, in the middle of north west China! It’s a fascinating kaleidoscope of colour, set up right in the middle of a quiet village street, which come afternoons, will resume its place as a peaceful haven of tranquility. But for now, it seems, everything and anything is up for grabs…. Cooking up a barbie? This is where you get your fresh meat, looking, well extremely fresh, perched on the back of a truck for your perusal… Note: Large axe at the ready, sitting on a tree stump - (obviously the perfect chopping board)! Just across from the meat truck, fresh crisp bread (that make the perfect pizza bases) is being baked in a giant kiln at a rapid pace… A trike loaded with fresh flowers sets off for the day. Further into the flurry of heaving bodies -- noodles are being frantically weighed and chopped on the back of bikes; truckloads of Tofu stand at the ready and people are hastily exchanging their hard earned cash for tonight's dinner. Eggs of every shape and colour overflow from baskets on the footpath and vegetables in every shade of green are laid out along the ground, ripe for the picking. Fresh fish (and I mean so fresh they are alive) flap in buckets until you make your selection. (Don’t mind the 'Wai guo ren' (foreigner) stifling her shriek as she spies the fish being retrieved and hastily hit over the head ready for purchase.) It’s clearly a feast for the eyes and at times an assault on ones senses…. Just to the side of the markets is a large park. Wednesday morning and it’s brimming with life. Every single nook and cranny is occupied. It occurs to me that no one does mornings like China’s senior citizens! Pockets of the park are punctuated with groups of women dancing in unison…. Lone men sit playing their favourite instrument. There’s no busking, this is simply playing for pleasure. Others stand under the shade of a tree practicing Tai Chi. Stationary exercise machines are being given an emphatic work out and strange sports that clearly involve a high degree of skill are underway with gusto! Men huddle together playing Mahjong; a choir is gathered under a small pagoda singing to their heart’s content. Just nearby rows of ping pong tables are witnessing some lively games. Others, content to go it alone. And then this…. a traditional sword dance! Good Morning Xi’an! This is China. … [Read more...]
A Week in the Life of One Expat in China…..
One of my delightful blog readers said she’d love to hear about a typical day in my life, here in China. While I’ve rattled on about various expat experiences, I’ve probably tried to spare you the gory details of my day to day trivialities! And at the risk of boring you all to tears, mostly my days are not too dissimilar to those I might have back at home. Still, visitors always ask me, “What do you do all day, here in this mad city?” Well, in a nutshell, I take my daughter to and from school, I work, I do chores, I have coffee, I shop! The usual! But wait! Before you hit delete…. there’s (probably) more! Yes, admittedly, there are a few little challenges/hiccups/weird 'China moments' in between that run of the mill stuff. A year in, for much of it, I don’t bat an eyelid… Perhaps this is my new normal? I’ll let you be the judge. Instead of a day in the life, here’s what a “typical” week might look like in the middle of China! Monday: Brace myself for the mad school run! These days most drivers we have (which is whoever happens to be available from the hotel, where we live) don’t speak any English. Like nada! This means there’s a lot of nodding, smiling and charades. But at 7:50am, charades can be a bit much so it's with a 'Nihao' we roar off along Xi'an's roads, swarming with erratic morning traffic. Ava is strapped into her car seat, but it’s not compulsory. (She could be sitting on the roof for all they care….Yes really!) Depending on the driver, I’m either listening to blaring talkback radio in Chinese (at least it sounds like it to my oblivious ears), Country and Western (in English) or some big tunes from seventies rock stars like The Eagles! (Don't ask me about the latest hits…...Ed Sheeran who?) Or it’s radio silence…just the cacophony of horns to hum along to, with the odd crackling of random fire crackers to break up the relentless screeching of horns. 40 minutes later, (at least) 20 near misses with various busses, bikes and trikes (a few expletives under my breath later) and we arrive at school. (For more on what it's like...you can read this post!) We stumble out of the car and weave our way through cars coming in all directions to cross the road to school. (In the early days we could be stuck there for who knows how long! I now (smugly) feel quite accomplished at crossing the road.) The security guard at the gate greets us with a big, smiling ‘Zao Shang Hao’ (Good Morning) and we roll in to what is one of Xi’an’s three international schools. Ironically most of the foreigners here, happen to be teachers and their kids (and make up a large portion of my new found friends). Ava’s school is an International Baccalaureate school with students made up largely of Koreans and Chinese and then about two dozen or so are westerners from England to America, Europe the Middle East and beyond. At the entrance, a board tells us the temp for the day and the all important pollution levels. If its over 200, it means the kids won’t be playing outside. For most of the spring/summer months it’s low and we don’t think about it too much. Come winter, it’s a different story. Coal powered heaters are fired up across town and it’s a speedy run through the chilled winter air, up to our necks in puffer jackets, scarves and masks, ready to do battle with a smoggy environment. Tuesday: A year in China and it’s time for a visa renewal run, so that we can stay another year! (If we so wish). Thank God, we are not required to go through the ridiculous rigorous medical we were subjected to last year! (Read about that debacle here.) Nope this is just a quick sit down in front of a camera for a photo and a very smiley (please let us stay) ‘Nihao’ to the lady, who it seems has the power to push this through very quickly IF we give the right look (and enough cash). Without the hotel's HR person to fill in countless forms and visit several different departments, we would be utterly lost! No two ways about it. There is zero English spoken in any of these departments. I head to school with Ava while the hotelier hails a cab and tells the driver where to take him in Chinese! (A proud moment in itself!) This afternoon, it’s time for my Chinese lesson, which usually fills me with a mix of both dread and determination. I pick Ava up from school (aka drag her kicking and screaming from the playground) to make the slightly less chaotic afternoon run home. The driver is asleep as we approach….it seems in China they will take every opportunity for a quick snooze. I have to knock on the window and probably scare the living daylights out of him! Home (well, to the hotel’s business centre where I have my 1.5 hour lesson) and my Lao shi (teacher) meets us in the hotel lobby (while our Chinese Bao mu (babysitter) who also works in the hotel restaurant, takes Ava (which usually involves too many cupcakes, barbies and some Chinese singing for an hour or two)! This afternoon we are learning the ins and outs of a house…furniture, computers, washing machines….upstairs, downstairs, front gardens…..I inhale yet another coffee to keep me focussed…… Wednesday: International day at school means everyone’s dressing in their local costume and bringing dishes from all over the world. Small Person is dressed as an Australian cow girl in her Akubra. Most days after school, I let her play for half an hour in the playground with the other kids who aren’t taking the bus (most do, many of them as young as three). I’m always intrigued by the myriad of different languages that buzz around me while I wait. It’s interesting to see how birds of a feather flock together. Most of the Chinese parents huddle together in one corner, the Koreans in the other, and the rest of the westerners hang about….(usually waiting for the inevitable scream of a child galloping through the playground in tears of either joy or the 'someone's just pushed me' variety…). The lack of mingling is largely due to the language barrier… That said, for the Small Person, having children in her class that don't speak English is perfectly normal and inspiringly, no obstacle to their communication. There is a huge Korean population in Xi’an due to Samsung having its largest plant outside of Korea, here. Many of my neighbours are Korean and many of Small Person’s classmates are Korean. There's even a Little Korea Town, where I've just enjoyed my first authentic Korean BBQ. Tonight, I arrive home to a new addition to the house! We have a new lounge! I didn’t ask for it, but it's all part of the original ‘hotel residence’ plans that went on hold. Now it's finished, I'm not complaining. But this construction site on my balcony means I’ve had many random strangers hanging outside my home day in, day out for several months, now. Sometimes they are sleeping, often they are spitting, shouting and smoking and occasionally they are eating lunch or dinner with their families (on my outdoor table) as the sun sets! Nice for some! Thursday: We (excitedly) have visitors in town all the way from the Land Down Under…and today I accompany them to see the famous Muslim Quarter. It’s Golden Week, so crowds are even more mammoth than usual. We inch through the chaos, shoulder to shoulder. Bikes loaded sky high try to defy the law of nature and squeeze through the solid crowds (hopefully without running over someone’s toes)! Our visitors' eyes have that boggled look that says, "Get me the hell out of here!" Today smoke is thick in our faces from so much street food being sizzled and seared…. we escape down a side alley way to the Great Mosque entrance for some tranquility….and breathe. After a wander around, the big question: If it’s not street food, where to eat? We decide, with five kids in tow, Maccas is a good option. For a start they have toilets. The line though is out the door. With a long day ahead, we have no choice but to wait almost an hour in the queue - the only white people being eye-balled up and down by rather amused locals. A few are game to take photos and attempt to snuggle into our small people. There’s a good reason my first words learnt in Mandarin were “Please don’t touch her!” We pray there is a western style toilet at our destination, but at the end of the line we find three terribly messy (and believe you me, this is being polite) squat toilets …even better with doors that don’t lock and keep swinging open revealing all and sundry! (Those revealed, don’t seem to mind)! We decide to grimace grin and bear it and I attempt to give my visitors a quick lesson in the art of squatting, whilst wearing jeans and boots! There’s a lot of shrieking and giggling amongst the undeniable horror! Chant the mantra: Friday: It’s the Australian Football Grand Final….our expat friends invite us over for a good ole Aussie shindig. How can we refuse!! Of course the number of Aussies in town is few and far between so we rally in the Americans and the English as well (who stare blankly at the fast paced game of footy) and we chow down on some homemade Aussie pies. A non-baker I’m usually the one bearing the cheese platter and wine (also because living in a hotel I’m fortunate to have access to some decent cheese!). Later and we’ve agreed to meet some newbies in town. An american couple (readers of this blog) have been asked to come on secondment to Xi’an. They are keen to get the lowdown. I try not to scare them too much as they sit with us not knowing whether to laugh or cry, gripping their glass of wine just a little too tightly. (I remember the feeling, well!) Saturday We’ve signed up (or rather my lovely husband signed me up) for a Charity Run as part of the Starwood Hotels ‘Run to Give’ campaign. I am not really a runner, so the fact that we are up early and standing on Xi’an’s ancient city wall on a Saturday morning ready to race around it is in itself quite baffling, but admittedly quite a stunning start to the day! There’s a huge turnout, the sky is unusually blue with not much hint of pollution and it’s warm. As I huff and puff my way around the wall built thousands of years ago, looking at the red Chinese lanterns swinging in the morning light, I wonder how I got here. A friend's birthday means we are all going for Chinese Hot Pot, which is an extremely popular outing in much of China. This time we are given our own little pots, which sit just to the left of us on hotplates hidden under the table. Once they are bubbling, you add your fresh meat, noodles and cook yourself. (Note to self: don't put phone on table near hot plate!) Sunday The hotel is on high alert today, the red carpet has been rolled out (literally)! Despite Xi’an’s location (seemingly in the middle of nowhere), we seem to get a lot of VIP’s popping in. (Indian PM, former US President Jimmy Carter.) Today it’s the Russian Deputy PM along with China’s Deputy. (Both women I might add!) Police have closed off roads around the hotel and seem to be hanging everywhere! A mobile scanner is set up outside the hotel for bags and for a brief period no one is allowed in or out. The hotelier is running around like a chook with his head cut off….(nothing new there) and the grand ballroom is fit for a king! Later I manage to escape from the hotel to get to the hairdresser for a blow-dry. I can’t mention my typical week in China without mentioning this place. It is a place that has both intimidated and invigorated me over the last 12 months. For a start only one of the dozen staff can speak any English…so over the year there has been a lot of staring at me - repeat, a lot! Thankfully as time goes on we are all becoming more comfortable with one another. I am no longer the foreign species on the block to be prodded and poked. My visit is not your typical visit to a hairdresser where it’s all about the endless flow of coffee, head massages and trashy magazines. Sadly, there are none of these luxuries….instead, I am given a full immersion into Chinese, whether I like it or not. My Chinese book is ogled by the locals, keen to see what this strange foreigner is learning….I am made to repeat the words out loud…and conversation is mostly in Chinese. (Which whilst at the time leaves me feeling like I've been dragged through a bush backwards is ultimately invaluable.) This week I’ve been shopping and my excited bevy of onlookers want to know what the crazy lady has in the bags. For a brief moment (again) I feel like I am on another planet ….and then I hear Madonna’s ‘Get into the Groove’ playing across the salon and I smile to myself. You see, I know the words! It’s the one moment in which I have the upper hand in an otherwise alien environment. I walk home to get ready for the afternoon school run…. I see a mum holding her child over a drain, for the toilet…..someone else is squatting down low on the side of the road eating their lunch (who needs a seat), street carts are parked on every corner bearing all sorts of indecipherable goodies, cars ride along pavements, their horns honking…. and people are generally shouting at each other (all in the name of normal conversation). Of course, the rest of my week I can be found at my desk, writing, working….doing chores…just like any other working mum. A week in my life….all fairly normal stuff. Or is it? I don’t really know anymore. This is China. *Note: I may take creative license with the actual days and times of said events. … [Read more...]
Grab Your Hong Bao! You’re Invited to a Wedding in China!
The fact that I’d never met the bride or groom, apparently posed no issue for all those involved in the wedding extravaganza! So the teeny matter, that I failed to register it was actually the Groom saying ‘Nihao’ to me at the entrance to the wedding reception and the small fact I retaliated with a cheery “Hello, how are you today?” hopefully went under the radar!! (Too late to say congratulations now!) Surprisingly (or not) during my rather short stint in China thus far, I’ve somehow managed to find myself witnessing quite a few romantic nuptials! You may recall we inadvertently found ourselves smack bang in the middle of a wedding ceremony, in our first week in Xi’an? If you want to relive the hilarity of being a wedding crasher, click here. So, there’s usually not much notice given for a wedding in China, with invitations delivered just a few weeks, sometimes just days before the big event! With a couple of weeks notice for this week-day wedding, we were able to mark it in the calendar; somehow though, I missed the memo explaining that when you arrive at a wedding here in China, the first thing you do is give your gift (a small red envelope filled with crisp new notes - ideally to the tune of an auspicious number - nothing with four in it ok!) to the panel of people out the front. Ahhh so that’s why James is ignoring the bride and groom who are waiting for us -- watching as the money is earnestly counted out -- in front of us! (Awkward wait while I try to erase thoughts racing through my head about whether we’ve given enough money and in the right denominations)! It’s about now I realise the random guy that said “hi” is now standing next to the bride (you can’t miss her, she’s the one wearing the white bridal gown)! To be fair, she was actually yelling at her new husband, so I missed the ‘just married’ cues…(Hopefully it wasn’t, “is that all these loser foreigners are giving us!! I thought you said he was the big boss!!”) I attempt to feign a few, by now, feeble congratulations and use small person as a decoy with a “Wow! look at this beautiful bride,” while the hotelier appears to be writing an essay in the wedding book! (Anytime!!) We are then ushered (rushed) into the lavish reception area, which is typically oozing glamour - from the designer runway lined with candelabras to the elaborate backdrops; Cameras on giant booms swing by us (narrowly missing the hotelier’s head I might add)! As flash as the room looks, many of the guests though, look like they may have just got off the couch at home.. some are wearing tracksuits, many are in jeans….most are in casual clothes. Apparently this is perfectly normal for a Chinese wedding. After all it’s just a quick lunch really, a couple of hours at best, that usually starts around noon. (Despite now knowing about this dress code, I just can’t for the life of me, bring myself to attend a wedding in jeans, not yet anyway.) The ubiquitous bottle of Baijiu is placed on the table in it's box, she’s flanked by big bottles of Coca Cola and Sprite. We are served tea and then it’s supposedly on to the hard stuff….(Now’s a good time to mention there are also plates of loose free-flow cigarettes at a special table just outside the ballroom, should you wish to inhale). Families of the bride occupy two large tables at the front and their tables are often draped in red table cloths to signify their VIP status. As soon as we are all seated….the groom gives a quick speech….(of which I have no idea what is being said, given it’s obviously all in Chinese…but I get the gist…and try to nod in appropriate places). Pictures from the happy couple’s photo shoot flash up on big projector screens. Here in China, the wedding shoot is done weeks if not months before the big day. Couples will often go to another city or country to have these photos taken in several different outfits in many different, rather exotic locations. Not surprising given ten million couples tie the knot every single year in China, the photogpraphy game is big business! Whilst the ultimate goal of living ‘happily ever after’ is largely the same, the bride looks stunning in white and there’s a big celebration; the traditions and rituals that go with saying 'I do' are a little different. Until a couple of generations ago, most marriages in China were arranged. Yep, that means your parents generally chose your life partner and whether you thought he or she was cute, funny, smart, romantic or simply a whizz in the kitchen, really played no part in it. In fact, I’m told in many rural parts of China, they still have arranged marriages and there are still regular weekend “marriage markets” in places like Shanghai where parents go armed with a list of their child’s vital statistics on display, eager to find them a love match! (I’m pretty sure the child in question has no clue his or her assets are being advertised to the nation.) Sadly, there still seems to be a stigma tied to women today in China who aren’t married by the age of around 27! They call them “Sheng Nu” or “Leftover Women!” Say what?! (This explains why my local hairdresser and his team nearly had a pink fit when I announced I’d married on the ‘other’ side of 35! Looking me up and down, they eye-balled me suspiciously, like I may be hiding some sort of third arm or leg!) While in the Western world we can date without it necessarily leading to marriage, for Chinese, once dating became more acceptable (and dating shows took over television land)….it’s wasn’t a case of shopping around, trying on a few for size…..forget playing the field. For most, dating is serious business!… You date with the intention to marry! And once you’ve made it clear you’re boyfriend and girlfriend, it’s crucial that both parents wholeheartedly agree with your liaison. In China, a marriage is about two families joining together, more so than just two individuals. Especially, as the children are largely responsible for looking after their parents in their old age. This is taken extremely seriously and is prioritised above most other things in life. Grandparents are also often responsible for bringing up the couple's children. So it seems, once the union is agreed to by both families, the real fun begins! I’m told the traditions differ a little between North and South China, but in the North, the husband’s family will cement the unification with a gift of around RMB100-thousand (US$16,000) to the bride’s family, along with jewellery and other auspicious gifts. Not so long ago, the bride would go to live with the husband’s family. Today, they generally reside together in their own home. Oh and while you don’t see many Chinese women wearing diamond rings, I'm assured they do have them, most are just kept safely at home! Together the families will consult a fortune teller to ensure the pairing is suitable and once they have the green light, the two families meet to find a ‘favourable’ date that will ensure a long, healthy and happy union. Often the Chinese Almanac (calendar) is consulted which lists all of the most prosperous days. Once the date has been set, there is no turning back. Come the morning of the official event, there are lot of Chinese traditions going on at home — which I’m told even involves the bride hiding her shoes for the groom to find… (heaven help him if he can’t)!! Shoes found and it's time to party! The legalities are all done at the offices of the Civil Affairs Bureau, sometimes a week or more before the celebrations, so you won’t see an exchanging of vows at the celebrations. Once the groom has given his speech, you’ll usually see dad on the catwalk, daughter on arm, presenting her to her new husband. There is a lot of emotional chatter, the husband goes down on one knee and plenty of hugging. Usually the bride is in tears. (Hopefully tears of pure joy)! The couple then walk down the catwalk with the bridal party, (who can be known to bust a few dance moves). The bride and groom say a few romantic words to each other and in this case, the bouquet was thrown -- but only to the girls in the bridal party. Tip for all those single girls: time to work on getting a gig in the bridal party. There's no Best Man embarrassing the groom, this is strictly above board! This is where the hotelier comes in. Just between you and me, I’m pretty sure we are not invited to the wedding for sentimental reasons. Mostly, the happy couple want the boss (the white boss, no less) to stand up and say a few words, in English. Never mind, that the majority of the wedding won’t understand, it’s all about the ‘value’ this strangely brings to the affair in question! Here’s a little snippet of how this goes down. Lucky for the hotelier (or not) there is a translator on hand. Once the formalities are done with, it’s time to tuck into the feast before us which involves about six courses, at least!! (Pig’s elbow being one of them at this week’s event, which I might add was pretty tasty!). While we’re feeding our faces, the bride has a quick change (often into her ‘Qipao’ - traditional Chinese dress) or something else glamorous, usually in red - symbolising luck and wealth. Together the couple must roam from table to table, toasting everyone in the room (often with shot glasses of Baijiu)! Mid mouthful of noodles or not, it’s imperative everyone gets to their feet when the couple arrives at your table. Meantime, a few guests have spied the small person and come over with red envelopes for her! (Who’s wedding is this?) Apparently giving children Hongbao or lucky money is supposed to bring joy and good luck for the twosome. The bride and groom don’t actually seem to sit down…once the toasting has been done, it’s almost time to call it a day!….They wait outside for the guests, who then pose with them for photos and congratulate them in person. And....that's a wrap! Typically, the newly weds will go on to have some sort of small gathering with friends. Meantime, we smile, slip out the side door and head for a much needed coffee! And that is how you say 'I do' in China. #Disclaimer: You may have had different experiences with Chinese weddings, this is just my observation of weddings in Xi'an. … [Read more...]
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