Clouds, smog and the occasional blue sky.

So yet again, I find myself in my undies, sitting in a strange room with the same ceilings pondering the last week or so of my travels.

China is big. Big in the sense that, sure it covers a lot of land, but there is so much packed into each and every piece.

The past 10 days I’ve been here has mainly comprised of hanging out with my old man, shopping, eating and taking the occasional photo.
One of the many stories passed to me, is that come New Years, 10 million people pack on to public transport to head west to their respective villages. Then 8-10 days later, 10 million people get back on public transport, head back east, to spend the next 355 days working in and around the cities. 10 million. Yes that’s just under half the entire Australian population. And we thought CityRail had issues.
When I say 355 days, I say that without a hint of exaggeration. The average person with a job, those of course lucky enough to have one, work every day, of every week, of every month, year in year out with the exception of the aforementioned 8-10 days.
And we complain about a 40 hour working week.

Guang Zhou, Fo Shan and Nan Hai have been my hangouts thus far. My father lives in an apartment complex bordering all three of these regions. Nothing but villages and farmland existed here not 5 years ago, but it’s now matrix of modern apartment estates, popping up with construction going on 24/7. And again I mean 24/7. There are no noise laws here. The developers control the money, who in turn have the ears of the local officials, so be it 3 o’clock in the afternoon or 3 in the morning, sounds of cranes lifting, pylons being piled and trucks honking can be heard.
Transport from these estates to the main centres, rely on curtesy buses run by the developers. They hope to drive more sales by bringing potential buyers out into the sticks. Either that or take the ubiquitous 125cc motorbike taxi, precarious for the uninitiated, but reasonably safe.

One thing I did see here that I missed on my last trip, was the often under appreciated blue sky. Between the weather and the industry smog, see clear sky is almost rare enough an event to begin a ritual sacrifice.
I have a theory actually that if you wanted to feel what global warming would be like right now, head to southern China where the CO2 levels will keep you nice and toasty.

Floating from place to place, having the benefit of my father’s knowledge and far superior Chinese language skills, I realise what a melting pot this area is. Provide work, and people will come. From everywhere. That’s the next indicator of how big China really is. The main languages around here are Mandarin and Cantonese. But throw in about half a dozen other dialects, all with a unique sound, one begins to understand that Chinese aren’t all ‘Chinese’. There are a mix of so many Chinese ethnicities it’s almost impossible to keep count. It takes a while to spot, and one needs a bit of background knowledge about the different areas of China, but once you work it out, it’s quite an interesting game of working out “where are you from” before actually asking.

Around here, I do tend to blend in appearance, but as soon as I open my mouth, the truth falls out in often odd tones. More often than not, it’s seen as a novelty, which actually helps in creating rapport and bargaining power while shopping. But it’s a good way in to get talking to people and learning more about them. I guess for them it’s the usual case of, “you look Chinese, (maybe on steroids), but you don’t sound like any Chinese I’ve ever met. What’s the story?” Chinese do tend to be a curious bunch.

Following from that, I finally have some validation for the month of suffering I endured earlier this year, aka Cambridge CELTA.
On more than a few of occasions I’ve found myself giving an impromptu English lesson in places ranging from a bus stop to a restaurant after dinner. For those in the know, yes I did cover MPF.
My ‘save the world’ type reasons for doing all this in the first place have come full circle, as the idea of teaching English as a career occurred to me in China on my last trip. Most people earn a living from trading/sales or tourism here, so a small amount makes a big difference.
Everyone together: ‘ohhhhhh…… isn’t that nice’. Sorry, that’s the 18 months in Africa sarcasm/cynicism coming out.
But on a serious note, it has been rewarding and fulfilling, floating around with something you can continually and spontaneously give. Something that people, especially around here, are ever so grateful to receive.
The situation with the restaurant unfolded just tonight.

After struggling through a dinner of essentially fine boned fish boiled in chilli oil (Se Chuan style), I noticed the owner’s niece doing some homework, filling in answers to questions in English. I couldn’t help myself so a few corrections later and an impromptu pron session, I was astounded at the level of articulation this 12 year old had. As with any language I guess, learning it early makes pronunciation so much easier.
Now if only my dear Elementary students could grasp that, no, I shouldn’t compare students, or children for that matter. But still…. if only….. =)

So, I’m off on my next leg on Sunday. UK/Europe for the next coming months. New territory, new conditions, an exciting section to look forward to.

P.S If you’re wondering why the photos are still of me in Africa, it’s because the powers that be here don’t really like international criticism so sites like blogspot are off limits. I managed to post through a proxy, but such luxuries as photos are not included.
I’ll update when I get to slightly less policed abodes.

What 5 months in Sydney will do to a man

Ni hao! I'm sitting in an apartment where my Dad is staying, on the border of Guang Zhou and Foshan provinces in southern China. Air temp is around 30 degrees C and humidity is a killer around 60%-70%. I'll be sweating my way through the next couple of weeks while I spend some quality time with my old man before heading off to hopefully less sticky climates in Europe and the UK.

Ok, backtrack time. Last thing you might have read, I was heading back to Sydney for an extended break with a plan to do an ESL teaching course and then head off for another series of adventures. While that plan has held mostly true, the intentions behind it and the end goal has changed somewhat.

So, what has happened?

Bombing back into Sydney on New Years Eve day after 40 hours of travelling is either going to result in a lot of sleep that day or a lot of sleep in about 2 days time.
Taking up an invitation for an extended New Years party, I headed up the coast to Avoca beach for a few days of frolicking and festivities. It ended up being a mostly chilled out affair for me, passing most of it wearing bright red Thai fisherman pants, smoking cigars and drinking 8 year aged Cuban rum. I couldn't have asked for much more.

The next month was passed sleeping in, eating well and doing a whole lot of nothing really, while I geared up for the "Course from Hell".
Ask anyone who has done the full-time CELTA course (Certificate of English Language Teaching for Adults) and they will tell you it is one of the most intense, if not THE most intense course the have ever done. Go on, ask someone. I guarantee you'll get that response.
Anyhow, the typical reaction to this claim is always 'oh it can't be that bad, c'mon, you're just learning how to teach English, how intense can it be?'

HA! Don't knock it til you've done it!
I have to admit that I had the same reaction but just in case I was wrong, I cleared my schedule for that entire month. Nothing to do but that course.
It turns out that my hunch was well based. For 4 weeks I did nothing but eat, sleep and breathe English teaching methodology and practice. 1 am finishes and 6 am starts were a norm as I had to trek to the city every day. Between learning effective teaching methods, applying it that same day AND doing the assignments based on reflecting and processing the last week’s experiences, there wasn't time for anything else.

I figure if I'm going to bother to do something, and pay $3000 for the privilege, I might as well do it well. Which is exactly what ended up happening and I kicked butt in the end. Yay me.
So much so that I found myself back at the school a month later recruited as a teacher for their growing General English program.

So from the start of Feb 2009 to the end of June 2009 IH Sydney was my life and I say that without a hint of exaggeration.

Which leads me to this particular couch now.

One of the seven in our uni group is getting married soon so it was decided between Z and I that we should have a weekend away to celebrate. Only catch is that Tarks' is in London and we were in Sydney. So after umming and arring we booked flights and dates and here I am on another trek through various customs halls.

Boys weekend away, 25th to 26th July. Engagement BBQ following weekend. In the weeks before that I'll either be in Italy or Paris. Following that, funds permitting, I'll travel a bit more and hopefully end up with a teaching job in Berlin for the European summer. Current plan is to stay abroad until November when I have best man duties to attend to back in Sydney. Thailand for a few weeks on the way back is also on the cards. I've even packed my snorkel and mask.

Phew, so we're caught up and just at the start of the next phase. It's really the first time I've travelled alone and free (as in independently) so it should be interesting. As always, I do need a reason to do things however flimsy, so I've gone and spent a ridiculous amount of money on digital camera gear and plan to capture my life in images as I go along. Once things are up and running properly, I'll link and web photo site I'll be uploading to as well.

=)

De-Africanised

Have you ever known me to not whinge about long haul? Well here's another. Left Bamako Mali on the 28th Dec, arrived Sydney 31st Dec. 15 hours layover in Paris IN the terminal because I didn't have an exit visa, then Dubai - Bangkok - Sydney. Thank God for cheap Valium...

Well, I'm back. Back in the Anywhere But. I'm sure there are many books, many shelves even written about the curiosities of reverse culture shock but here's my two cents.

When one gets a chance to travel the world, to see life from the eyes of people whose values, beliefs and lives are so different from their own, often they have a hard time integrating back into the society they've just come from.
Be it developing a broader sense of one's self. Be it an understanding of where their lives fit in the world, sometimes coming back home is as foreign as the places they go.

Usually, when I get back, I sleep, sleep and do absolutely nothing for about 5-7 days. I don't call anyone, don't see anyone, just a) re-adjust the bio clock and b) let my body and mind switch off and to a reboot. It's necessary to do this because the operating mode that I have abroad, particularly at work, it’s completely different to and out of place back in Sydney. There's no one to bribe, there's no logistics to think about, there's no one shooting at you (not on an ongoing basis anyway). This switch over is my "De-Africanisation Process" but it might as well be called the "De-Travel Process"
I'm due to catch up with a friend who initially struggled with this idea and how I was so withdrawn sometimes when I returned home. But having just done a few months of free willed travel herself, she understands the effects of coming back to Sydney.
The thing is it's not about elitism, it's not about I’m better than you because "I've been there seen the world and you haven't", it really just comes down to the things that one finds significant.
I found living in Sydney things like lifestyle, appearance, friends and belongings made the list of things to be thinking about. Where to live, how do I look (actually I’ve never really care too much about that), what’s the next toy and ALWAYS “What’s the next upgrade”
One other thing, to go anywhere of significant culture change from Sydney, to go somewhere where the culture is really different (Mt Isa doesn’t count but some would argue that) it takes at least 6-8 hours of flying time and at least $1000AUD. Considering there are a heck of a lot of Sydneysiders who haven't even crossed a state border, it’s not surprising that their list of important things looks a bit different to mine.

For right now anyway. That’s where I’m getting to. This year is open and free. It’s always been in the back of my head that I’ll be coming back to Sydney to think about all the above, I just didn’t know when and I wanted a stack of cash to be in the piggy bank as well. It’s expensive to live nicely in Sydney. Simple as that. So what to do? Savings are ok, not as flash as they should be considering what I’ve had coming in, but travel does cost and I have been spending most of it on that. Life education in a way.

So what’s next? More of the same? But maybe with less travel, more saving? Maybe settle back in now with what I have?

Well I don’t know. I do know that by the end of March I’ll have an answer. One that’s going to be what I stick with for the next few years. I’m getting old and farting around for years on end can only last so long.

So, my next entry is going to be a little while. No longer than usual I guess though. Most of you who are reading this though I’ll see in the coming months and for those that I don’t, I’ll be thinking about you. I’ve got my TESOL course in Feb, got to wait for my Aussie papers to come through and then we’ll see.

Adios til then.