Attack of the Chinese Students!!!

I decided today, amid the chaos of my classroom, that a good illustration for my job would be a four-hour Chinese horror film. Imagine the constant rambling in Chinese with errant screams. Kids running around, bloody noses, people bumping into each other and falling onto their faces. Objects flying through the air, mass confusion, everyone lost in their own world and the only interaction with each other results in a fight of some sort.

Then, there is me in the middle, trying in what ever way possible to pacify the situation; urging everyone to keep calm. But no one understands a word I’m saying or even bothers to try to listen. Instead, they glance at me when I shout their name and the carry on shouting as they run across the set of this Asian horror flick. On any given day you would think that Godzilla had crawled out of Victoria harbour and was standing outside the school.

Lamma Island

I found my new getaway spot last weekend. They guys and I all retreated to Lamma Island for the laid back scene instead of the usual rush. The island is only a twenty minute ferry away, but it seems like you’re thousands of miles off. Set just to the southwest of Hong Kong Island, it is rumored to contain the earliest evidence of Chinese society from over 5000 years ago.

There isn’t much to Lamma, and that’s the beauty of it. The ferry arrives at the terminal and you follow the gangway onto the sole street on the island. Seafood restaurants are separated only by small bars and food shops. We dined on a balcony overlooking local fishing boats in the South China Sea. We ate everything from squid and garlic shrimps to ginger crab and grouper. The meal was fantastic and cheap.

Afterwards, we sat by the bay and had some drinks while playing cards into the wee hours. A hotel room steps from our table cost us each about $12 USD. In the morning, a local restaurateur cooked up an American breakfast special for us with eggs, bacon, sausage and plenty of coffee.

For about $50 USD we each had one of the best weekends we can remember in Hong Kong. Lamma is definitely a regular spot for us now to escape the ruckus that is Central Hong Kong and to relax the right way.

Jet Lagged New Year

From the time I left for home three weeks ago up to now I have been very jet lagged. In Texas I was sleeping for five hours a night and then a marathon nap in the afternoon. I’m finally getting over 7 hours of sleep at night now that I’m back in Hong Kong.

After my recent travels in the States, I am realizing how much I really miss my friends. I really hope to go back to New York after my stint in Asia. Hong Kong is a good city and I am satisfied, but I feel like I have seen all it has to offer me and now I’m ready to shake things up again. My job has gone from extremely stressful to very easy and boring. I use it simply as a source of money and vacation time for my travels.

I booked my ticket to Bangkok last night. Andrew and I will spend Chinese New Year in Hong Kong and then spend a week in Thailand. In April some friends from the States will be in town and we’ll tour the mainland for two weeks. A couple months following, school will be over and I will hopefully spend quite awhile traveling west from here, crossing multiple continents, to get back to the U.S.

I do spend a lot of time thinking about the future, but that’s what keeps me going. Teaching was just a means to make these journeys happen. Already half way over, Hong Kong hasn’t disappointed, but it feels dull now and I’m ready for more adventure.

Holiday Wrap-up

Its been awhile since I've posted anything. Things were pretty quiet leading up to Christmas and all I could think about was getting on the plane to go see family and friends.

I was in Texas over Christmas and spent some good time with my family. I also met Selah Wolf in her first week and had some good guy time with Micah and Lucas.

After Texas, I spent a few nights in New York catching up with some more friends. Lauren was in town to see a friend too so I got to be part of her first New York experience.

New Year's was a blast at Collin's apartment. We had a good group of old friends and I think everyone rang in the new year in good fashion.

On my last night, I met Andrew and the old crew at McSorley's. It was as if I never left. All of the bartenders were curious to know about Hong Kong and later that night we all went out for karaoke. What a fun crowd!

Four of my students were waiting for me at my office this morning to say how much they missed me. I'm still happy in Hong Kong, but I miss the states now and really want to go back to NYC. There is some more travel coming up soon, but I would like to end up in New York later this year.

Quotes

I've been keeping a log of my favorite lines people around me have said over the past few years. Its usually just one sentence at the right time that makes me laugh so hard that I never want to forget it. Friday provided two gems:

"I know I'm mentally unstable, but I'd rather be that than married."
-Phil, 40

"Vegas Baby, Vegas!"
-Westley, 6

May I have this Riverdance?

For the second week in a row, my friends and I turn down the hill on d'Aguilar street with a growling appetite. The neon sign glows overhead, "Stormie's Upstairs - Open for Drinks and Snacks". And so, for the second week in a row Dave and I go up stairs and ask, "Is Stormie's upstairs open for drinks and snacks?" The bartender again tells us that he is closed, although there are two people at the bar.

"Sorry, we've been here awhile," say the guy and girl at the bar.

"The sign outside says you're open," Dave declares to the bartender.

"You did this to us last week too!" I added.

The girl at the bar spins around and proclaims "We're Irish and we're actually famous. That's why he's serving us."

"Famous and Irish?" I ask, "Does that merit special treatment?"

Defensively, the girls replies, "We're not very famous here, but we are in Ireland. We're in Riverdance."

And so we danced.

Vive Les Frenchies!

Things were less than stellar in Hong Kong for the first two months (see On Edge). School was overwhelming and that brought on other worries about my current situation and the future. In the past three weeks things have turned drastically for my favor. I gave up on trying to change things at school and learned how to just show up and have fun with my kids. My friends and I enjoy each other more now that we don’t have dramatic situations at work and instead are strengthening our friendships on other basis. The future looks bright.

This weekend was certainly one of the most enjoyable I can remember thus far. I spent time with my good friends here and even met a great new group of people afaffectionatelyeferred to as 'The Frenchies'. Andrew plays on a few soccer teams in town and on Thursday I met some players from the French team. They are all right at our age and are loads of fun. They fulfill every French stereotype in the book. From ‘ze way dat dey speak’ to the wavy-haired guy from Bordeaux with a sweater tied around his neck.

I haven't spent much, if any, time in my life around the French so my Southern grown ideals about them are certainly askew. I learned something about the real French this weekend and they are one of the most fun groups of people I have ever been around. I laughed so hard with them that I may have developed a hernia.

Most of my new amis will be here the entire time I am in Hong Kong and I am so grateful for so many new friends. I’m sure that there are many great times to come and a plethora of stories to tell.

Macau

Andrew and I took the ferry to Macau this weekend to watch the Grand Prix. Many claim that Macau is on a fast track to replace Las Vegas as the gambling capital of the world. If the Chinese economy keeps growing at this pace, I bet it will be there within ten years.

Saturday night we checked out a few of the new casinos in town including the new Wynn, but couldn't afford to stay there. We ended up at the Sands and lost a little money on black jack before we headed for our cave at the Best Western.

On Sunday morning we had a cold, yet free breakfast at the hotel and headed to the race. We didn't know anything about the event, but thought it would be fun. At noon when we showed up they were racing the BMW's and Opel hatchbacks you might see at the grocery store. Regardless, they were loud and fast. After that there was a classic motorcycle parade, a lion dance and then the F3 race. Those cars were twice as loud and extremely fast.

The race was exciting and we enjoyed ourselves in the stands. I'm not sure if I'll go back to Macau for awhile though. There are many greater cities in Asia and I plan to see most of them.

The Air in Stanley

Coming to Hong Kong, one of the factors I was most concerned about was the climate. I had heard it was hot and humid and I dreaded moving back into a Houston-esque sweatbox. I have been here for almost three months now and the weather is super. The temperature has barely budged from 85 degrees and the humidity is far from overwhelming.

On Sunday, I put on my shorts and T-shirt and pondered the greatness of the weather that day as I set out for the beach. On the other side of Hong Kong Island are some scenic beaches with ex-pat filled luxury apartments looming over them. I headed for a certain area known to the tourists as Stanley Market. It was a typical street market filled with knockoff clothing and souvenir knick-knacks. Along the coast there is a new board walk being built with some nice restaurants lining the strip. Lauren and I had some wine and mussels and watched the sun set over the mountains.

It was another long and pleasant weekend in Hong Kong. They keep saying the air will get cooler soon, but everything feels fine right now.

Slouch

No one is sure why, but we all ended last week in a great mood. Part because there were no bad news meetings or teacher uprisings. It could also be insanity. Whatever the cause, I walked out of school Friday feeling great. I’ve been having a lot of fun with my kids and they enjoy me being in the classroom. I’m not teaching them a single thing, but school isn’t all about learning.

Most of the students in the school have an English name, but there are a few who only go by their Chinese name. One kid, Tam Ho Yin, is constantly running circles around my class and I get really sick of yelling “Tam Ho Yin, SIT DOWN!!!” over a hundred times a day. My voice can’t bear the syllables. So, on Friday I gave him his nickname.

He is the tallest boy in class and very lanky. In lines he is constantly bending over and twisting into different pretzel shapes to get rid of some energy. It was obvious to me that his English name should be ‘Slouch’.

Andrew helped me teach him his name and by the end of class on Friday, Slouch was responding to his new English alias. I tested him again this morning and I think it stuck.

Its making differences like this in children’s lives that gets me out of bed in the morning. In fifty years, Tam Slouch will be the president of China and you will all think of me.