We all have those days don’t we, where everything we attempt to do is just plain difficult!
The Gods are not smiling on us…..we usually just put it down to one of those days….and hopefully, move on.
Tomorrow is after all, another day!
At the moment as we try to settle into a new country, namely big bad China – those days, typically tend to be more frequent than not. (Don’t mention the power cuts!!)
The hotelier, Miss A and I have at times felt like we are living out a scene from the Griswolds… (If you don’t know the term….the movie National Lampoon’s Vacation is aptly a comedy series about the misadventures of the Griswold family, whose, quote: “attempts to enjoy vacations and holidays are plagued with continual disasters and strangely ridiculous predicaments.“) Say no more!
In a nutshell, everything we attempted required an almighty dollop of patience with a splash of humour on top!
“I’ll have a Sprite thanks. Actually make that two lemonades for us.” Waitress returns ten minutes later, “So do you want one Sprite and one lemonade?” “Isn’t that the same thing?” “No it’s not.”
And breathe…..
Clearly our confronting and extremely inconvenient lack of Chinese is mostly to blame for the shenanigans that ensue, but there’s also a cultural divide that means ways of doing things aren’t necessarily aligned amongst all parties. (Note how I say that in the politest way possible!)
To top it off, Internet is intermittent at the best of times. VPN’s drop in and out….phone service is patchy…with plans seemingly chewing through data at a rate of knots.
Banking can be a painstaking affair in any country, but here in China, we managed to find ourselves both credit card-less and cashless for a (thankfully) brief period of time. Our Hong Kong credit cards it seems are not geared to work online (something about ‘activation’ is eventually revealed) and banks back in our home countries have gone into lockdown mode, blocking our cards after suspected suspicious activity in a foreign land. While I appreciate their quick action – attempting to book a flight online for the 15th time (what? of course I’m not trying to escape!) with dodgy internet and cards that are stalled at every turn, can turn even the most patient man I know into a frazzled, bug eyed cot case!!
For a few days our eft-pos cards refuse to work in the ATM’s and it’s difficult to decipher the problem laid out before us in Chinese… and well… getting a Chinese bank account, of course, is no simple task for a foreigner.
Obviously the lap top the hotelier uses for his day job is not happy with so much frenzied activity because it has a meltdown and promptly packs it in. Of course getting it fixed is like asking asking for the winning lotto ticket numbers, as is getting a straight answer!
With the hotelier diligently downstairs working, I get a phone call in the hotel room – a man we can call ‘MR I.T’ says he is here to fix the laptop. I reply that Mr Walkden is working in his office. “No he’s not, the door is closed,” he says. Me: Ahhh OK, well I guess he could be anywhere in the hotel, I’m sorry I don’t know.
The dialogue continues something like this.
Mr I.T: Can I come back later to fix the laptop? (Brief experience tells me if I let him go now, we may never lay eyes on him again)
Me: Can you call him to see where he might be right now?
Mr I.T: No.
Me: Okaaaay, Where are you?
Mr I.T: Outside room 5306.
Me: (half dressed) realize Mr I.T is at my front door. Hastily throw on some clothes and greet him, reiterate, no the laptop isn’t here and nor is Mr Walkden. Would you like me to call him?
Mr I.T: OK.
I call the hotelier…who’s conveniently just up the hallway, in the executive club having a meeting and tells me to send him that way.
Mr I.T nods enthusiastically in agreement….but apparently he doesn’t make it there for several hours!? Lap top is eventually fixed that evening, but by the time the hotelier boards a plane the next day, it is no longer operating.
And breathe…..
So all the while I am negotiating with Mr I.T, we are told the hotelier’s visa is ready and he must fly to Hong Kong asap! We also discover we need passport photos for everyone, pronto!
Not an easy task it seems. We find out nowhere in Xi’an is able to specifically take this kind of photo, bar some photo booths on the other side of town in the underground train station. (While China is home to the globe’s biggest ‘new travellers’ – in reality, only a small portion of the 1.3 billion population actually holds a passport.)
So we are advised we must get to a photographer’s studio at once! We meet downstairs and are bundled into hotel car and driven five minutes to a slightly ramshackle area and dropped off at a shopfront door, literally. (Actually, I think we are on the footpath.) Picturing the site of us three ‘Gweilos’ entering, has me chuckling to myself. We enter the nondescript shop where a lady sits at a computer, with a few aptly framed photos on display. She babbles to us in Chinese and when she realizes we can’t speak her lingo, promptly turns around and goes back to work on the computer. (Pesky Gweilos, I know!!)
I try a few lame words in Chinese like ‘now’ and ‘photo’? but for some reason whenever I am in a ‘situation,’ the Chinese I have supposedly learnt, eludes me. I am blank!? Please explain!!
Again she replies in Chinese and turns away, ignoring us. The hotelier decides it’s time to use the ‘bat phone’ to call for help. Tina – our ‘ever patient personal translator’ is on the line and speaks with the lady on the computer and it all seems clear. She will take our photos but she doesn’t know what size passport photos are, so this is going to take some organizing.
So we hang up and wait….and wait….. and wait. Nothing is happening. Time is ticking…..people are starting to stare through the glass at us and some are taking photos!
We call our ever ‘patient personal translator’ again and this time we get the green light! She’s ready to do the photos! We are shuffled into a studio. James goes first and is told (we think) to do his jacket up and straighten his collar (these are clearly not just any old passport photos).
She pulls at her ear and I think she’s telling me to listen, but eventually work out she wants my earrings off. It’s a bit like playing charades, we stifle our giggles.
Ava’s turn and for the ‘ever posing show pony,’ sitting still without cracking a smile is proving difficult. The lady is faffing abut with Ava’s hair until she’s satisfied and gesturing madly at her to keep her hands by sides (this is not a modeling shoot young lady)! Finally, we are done. We pay about US$20 and are whisked out of the shop into our waiting car. I feel like Brangelina again (clearly minus her looks and money…oh and the six kids)!
I am then off to the hair dresser where I decide, as well as getting a blow dry I will be doubly brave today and ask to get my nails done. I have practiced the word for ‘doing nails’….so they seem to get my gist — but immediately start to wrap tinfoil around each finger.
I know this is the way to remove a certain type of gel (you ladies will know it as ‘soft’ gel) but alas I have ‘hard’ gel and never the twain shall meet!
I know that it is not going budge with some mere tinfoil, so I try explaining it’s hard gel, I even use my trusty chinese app, but appear to be failing miserably. Time to call Tina our ‘ever patient personal translator’ again – she explains and again it all seems clear, they know it’s hard gel but this will certainly work.
Ok, you’re the boss, I think, so I sit back and relax….a few minutes later the foil is off but the gel nail is not. Hmmm dilemma, now I can see they are really confused… there’s a lot of spirited chatter back and forth. All I can do is smile meekly. She attempts to scrape it off and so I make the noise for machine….bzzzzzz…..but they look at me like I am slightly crazy. I point to the nail file and she attempts to file it off. It takes a looong time, but it sort of works. I am sure they are stumped with the weird ‘white’ lady with her ‘white’ hair and ironically strange ‘white’ nails….Who is she and why does she keep coming back!!
But they bring me two tiny apple-like looking fruit to try (I later find out are called Nai, or Crab Apples), so I figure maybe they aren’t too annoyed with me.
Meantime, my new found hairdresser has been learning English and is like an excited puppy dog, sitting next to me while my nails are finished. We both decide in our broken English/Mandarin this relationship could work! I teach him, he teaches me. I decide to really push the boat out and test the waters to see if he can ‘colour’ my hair. My slightly er darker/grey roots are showing through and it’s not going to be pretty. He seems to understand eventually and shows me his colour chart with two types of blonde. Just two. Not a lot of choice but perhaps that’s a good thing. I learn the word for foils and show him pictures on Pinterest. Here’s where it gets tricky as I want to explain that I don’t want my hair too gold, so I find the word for ‘gold’ and say ‘not want’ in my best chinese, so he thinks I want ‘white’ but I say no. I search for the words, caramel and beige but these are lost on him. If I say ash, I will surely get grey hair. Xi’an is greying my hair by the minute so ash colour won’t be necessary.
He proudly shows me a picture of the only white woman’s hair he has colored and says she likes red. Does she ever. It is the brightest, boldest fire engine red I’ve ever seen!
He tells me again he is the best hairdresser in Xian after all, and says “just let me try.” But to me that alarmingly sounds like a toddler asking to “just let me try pouring the milk on my cereal.” We all know how that ends! I remain noncommittal and decide to do a poll on Facebook that night.
Enthusiastic hairdresser and I connect on We Chat (the What’s App/Facebook equivalent) and I leave with some ‘Zai Jians’ and see you next week – it’s been an intense maintenance session…I’m not really sure what just happened, but it was reasonably successful, I have my hair done and my nails look reasonable enough for public display.
Two steps forward, ten steps backwards.
This is China!
And breathe…….
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Emma says
I have only lived in countries where it is (usually) easy to make yourself understood. I imagine it’s a whole different ball game living somewhere where you really can’t! It all sounds like one big adventure though, hopefully one day you can sit back and laugh at these memories! ;D #myexpatfamily
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Nicole Webb says
Thanks Emma, yes a sense or humour is the key for sure. It’s more often than not a Laugh or cry situation! Ha Ha! I was talking to some of my expat friends here over coffee yesterday and we decided the language barrier definitely adds to the challenge (and fear)! One year on we’ve lived to tell the tale though and (thankfully) my Chinese is improving, slowly! Cheers, Nicole
Karen @ TalesofaTwinMum says
Haha sorry to laugh as I know it must be driving you insane. It was the National Lampoons bit that did it – now I’m totally picturing you as Mrs Griswold. I’m now kind of pleased there were no language barriers with us moving to Australia – although even they come out with words that totally confuse me sometimes (who’d have known that ‘Manchester’ is what they call bedding over here?!). Keep going though – it has to get easier. At some point.
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Nicole Webb says
Ha Ha yes ‘manchester’- strange word. Australia is full of funny words unique to the great land Down Under (if you’re ever stuck, call me!) 😉 Actually I think there’s even a post on this blog somewhere with all the crazy Australian words.
Yes, thankfully things have moved on since that post and while it’s still insanely frustrating I am somewhat used to it (kind of)!?
Cheers for reading, Sincerely Mrs Griswold. 😉
Laura WOlf says
I laugh everytime I read your posts your stories sound so much like mine. The first attempt at getting my hair done here turned out a little wonky, it wasn’t as red as the picture you shared but it definitely did not look like the picture on pinterest i showed the girl. I am trying a second hairdresser, that comes highly recommended by other expats I know on wednesday and am excited to see how it works out. I have no mandarin skills but have been assured that the receptionist speaks English pretty well….we shall see!
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Nicole Webb says
Ha Good Luck with the hair Laura! I hope it works out. I am still to find a hair dresser who can colour…I have given up but refuse to go brown. Just means I need to make more regular trips out of town! ha ha. Good excuse. Let me know how you go. 🙂 x
Keri says
I’m utterly exhausted just reading this! I am so thankful that for every day activities we can get by almost exclusively with English, but those occasional moments we need something from a government department or an official document…and it always all falls to pot on the same day!!! There’s a reason we only order take away from two places… Love your stories #myexpatfamily
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Nicole Webb says
Thanks Keri! Yes, thankfully it’s not usually that stressful, but it does happen more frequently than I’d like!! Getting a passport renewal has been another ‘fun’ draining exercise that nearly sent us to the brink! Thanks for reading. Take care. Nicole
Seychellesmama says
Oh goodness, this sounds so so stressful!!!
I can relate to the flakey Internet!! Our bank cards do not work outside of the Seychelles which is super annoying and there is no online banking at all!!!
Your dramas with language barrier must be so frustrating, it’s never as bad as that here but we definitely get people that decide to ignore when they can’t understand us (and people that definitely choose not to understand us too!!)
Thanks for linking this to #myexpatfamily Nicole, hope we don’t see a fire engine red hair as your Twitter pic any time soon!!!!
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Nicole Webb says
Yes, thank god for charades I say. I think being here is definitely teaching me to be more tolerant. I’m sure you feel the same! Thanks for having me again on #MyExpatFamily. Cheers, Nicole x PS, there will be NO red hair! Ha ha (I hope!)
FrenchVillageJacqui says
Oh my! I thought French was confusing. I really take my hat off to you settling in China!
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Nicole Webb says
Ha..thanks Jacqui! Yes, we loved it when we were in France over the summer. It hardly felt foreign at all after China! Thanks for stopping by! Cheers, Nicole
Amy @ the tide that left says
This is a hilarious post! I can identify with almost all of it, even though we’ve never lived in China. We’re currently in Tanzania, and it feels like two steps forward, three steps back most of the time. It can certainly test your patience. But then it also makes for amusing stories for the folk back home!
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Nicole Webb says
Ha Ha Thanks Amy! I’m glad someone can relate. Always makes me feel better. I keep chanting the mantra “It’s all about good blog fodder!” Tanzania must be fascinating!! I went to Kenya 7 years ago and loved it. Thanks for popping over. Look forward to connecting. Cheers, Nicole
Ersatz Expat says
I always find it so frustrating setting in to a new place – usually just when I have learned how to cope with the old place.
Thankfully here in Malaysia people speak English – I was always nervous getting hair done in a foreign language. Thank god for the smart phone these days – when I was younger an overenthusiastic hairdresser in Maracaibo mistook trim for cut (or to be fair I might have got the Spanish words mixed up) and my bob ended up a pixi cut.
Good luck – hope things get easier.
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Nicole Webb says
Thanks very much! Had a chuckle about your pixie cut! Glad you can relate, it’s always nice to hear from someone who knows what it’s like. And yes, just as you get completely comfortable with the old place, it’s time to go. Thanks for dropping in. Cheers, Nicole.
By the way, great blog!
Hydi Miller says
I know how frustrating it can be…I lived in Cairo for years. Electricity was often a “maybe” and with power surges that ruined the gadgets (including my hairdryer). Showers were sporadic. The language barrier is much easier now with the smart phone apps, but I cannot tell you how many times I would get something translated into Arabic (or Chinese when I am in China) and people will group and pass the translation around, as if no one could read or understand the translation. I feel for you…Especially when it seems like it all happens at once. One thing a day is fine, but it just gets to be too much sometimes. So, I offer you this, I come to China one a year in March, and I would be happy to bring you anything from the US that you need (hair dye, make up, shampoo, even candy bars or your favorite magazine. Just let me know. Sometimes, you just need a Hershey bar 🙂 Hydi
Nicole Webb says
Hi Hydi! Thank you so much for your message. Much appreciated and always great to know people understand! Cairo would have been very challenging indeed, but of course a great experience. Good on you! Do let me know when you come to China. My parents in law arrived today with a bucket load of chocolate, so I am a happy girl! 🙂 Cheers, Nicole