I bought a bus ticket for Saigon in Nha Trang. The bus picked me up at the hotel at 7:45 am and I was the first one to get on. The bus progeeded to circle the city until it had most of its passengers. This is actually a sleeper bus so there are 3 rows of single seat/recliner type beds, double-decker. Mine is right behind the driver and after 5 hours, they will switch to a different driver.
The bus follows a lot of the way along the ocean, also known as Highway 1 in VN. The only stop is half way at Phan Thiet. At Phan Thiet, the bus stops for 30 minutes for lunch. I switch to lower bed but still right behind the driver. The driver is good but the road is has so much traffic and only two lanes, hence , anyone trying to make time, will try to pass, and our bus included. At one point, the bus passed a slow moving truck. At the same time another bus behind us decided to pass the slow moving truck but on the shoulder. Sitting in the front, I had a clear view of this and held my breath, praying for the best. There many crucial traffic maneuvers along the way.
Now, I planned to get off before Saigon, and i had given the driver the address. I know the stop but it is a little hard to find going fast and now the two drivers were arguing about the exact place. I had my map out, trying to help and not distract the driver. After one false stop, we found it. I thanked the drivers and collected my bag, walked a few steps, only to see Binh, the father of the groom and my neighbor in Portland, was standing outside a house waiting for me with open arms. It was a very warm welcoming.
Now, for the wedding.
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Saturday, April 30, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Getting to Nha Trang.
I had arranged for a motorbike driver, the man with the bloodshot eyes, to take me to the wharf where I would take the fast boat back to Saigon. As time was getting close, i called him but no answer. I decided then I would have to find another ride, so I took all my stuff to the curb. An older guy, who speaks no English wants to take me so to make sure I show him my boat ticket. His price is higher but cheaper than the taxi. I get there will about 10 minutes to spare, thankful their is not airport like screening. haha!
(Photo: Coffee lady and the nice young man I met in VungTau who took me to lunch and coffee)
The boat is full and the man next to me is from Taipei. He has businesses in VN since about 1993. We have a nice conversation and it helps to pass the time even though it is only 90 minutes. Debarking in SGN, the mob scene begins. Everyone wants your business. You just have to plow through and keep saying No . I did need to get a ride to the airport now, but I didn't have to leave yet. I watched two taxi drivers get in a physical fight which is unusual I think. I now began walking into a business area that I knew quite well in hopes of finding a cafe and possibly a battery charger for my camera. My bag isn't heavy but after a while it still wears on me, plus my game leg. I find the coffee cafe, sit for a bit to get recharged, then decide I can look for a ride. I walk by a smaller camera shop and decide to inquire about my charger. I show my battery and she tells me she has one. I am AMAZED.. and she demonstrates it for me. And not to bad a price. Wow! I serious doubt that they would have this charger in all of Portland. Now, with this mission accomplished, I forge on to look for a ride to the airport.
(Photo: rain in SGN and rush hour traffic)
I did contemplate going by moto and a few asked me but it was beginning to rain and rush hour, so the taxi was my best option. Within minutes, I flag one down from a well know company in VN. This driver couldn't understand a word I said. Difficult to believe, because most taxi drivers know some Eng.
I had to show him my ticket. So off we go like a herd of turtles. It seems like it takes forever but after a while I recognize the road. Then my next challenge was getting him to take me to the domestic terminal, not the Int'l. one. Finally, I end up reading the road signs and directing him. But I did very good on the price, with the meter running. Only $6 USD.
(Photo: my street breakfast place in NT)
My flight to Nha Trang was smooth and almost on time. Nha Trang has a new Int'l airport now. (not sure why it is int'l because I don't know any out of country flights that fly in-maybe in the future). My friend Mr. Dung, was there to meet me. He lives in NT. Now, it was past 9 pm and the airport is about 90 minutes from the city. Because Dung has to get petrol for his moto we take a different route back to NT. This is the same route that most bus and trucks use to go to SGN and there is heavy traffic at night leaving NT. We found ourselves staring into so many headlights and passing buses and trucks, forcing us to the shoulder so many times, even that giving us little breathing room. Dung is used to it but I thought we couldn't get there soon enough. After an hour of this, we were finally on a better road.
(Photo: my evening drink in a better upscale place in NT. haha)
In NT, the hotel Dung booked was nice, quiet, and safe. I slept good for at least 5 hours, which was rest enough.
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(Photo: Coffee lady and the nice young man I met in VungTau who took me to lunch and coffee)
The boat is full and the man next to me is from Taipei. He has businesses in VN since about 1993. We have a nice conversation and it helps to pass the time even though it is only 90 minutes. Debarking in SGN, the mob scene begins. Everyone wants your business. You just have to plow through and keep saying No . I did need to get a ride to the airport now, but I didn't have to leave yet. I watched two taxi drivers get in a physical fight which is unusual I think. I now began walking into a business area that I knew quite well in hopes of finding a cafe and possibly a battery charger for my camera. My bag isn't heavy but after a while it still wears on me, plus my game leg. I find the coffee cafe, sit for a bit to get recharged, then decide I can look for a ride. I walk by a smaller camera shop and decide to inquire about my charger. I show my battery and she tells me she has one. I am AMAZED.. and she demonstrates it for me. And not to bad a price. Wow! I serious doubt that they would have this charger in all of Portland. Now, with this mission accomplished, I forge on to look for a ride to the airport.
(Photo: rain in SGN and rush hour traffic)
I did contemplate going by moto and a few asked me but it was beginning to rain and rush hour, so the taxi was my best option. Within minutes, I flag one down from a well know company in VN. This driver couldn't understand a word I said. Difficult to believe, because most taxi drivers know some Eng.
I had to show him my ticket. So off we go like a herd of turtles. It seems like it takes forever but after a while I recognize the road. Then my next challenge was getting him to take me to the domestic terminal, not the Int'l. one. Finally, I end up reading the road signs and directing him. But I did very good on the price, with the meter running. Only $6 USD.
(Photo: my street breakfast place in NT)
My flight to Nha Trang was smooth and almost on time. Nha Trang has a new Int'l airport now. (not sure why it is int'l because I don't know any out of country flights that fly in-maybe in the future). My friend Mr. Dung, was there to meet me. He lives in NT. Now, it was past 9 pm and the airport is about 90 minutes from the city. Because Dung has to get petrol for his moto we take a different route back to NT. This is the same route that most bus and trucks use to go to SGN and there is heavy traffic at night leaving NT. We found ourselves staring into so many headlights and passing buses and trucks, forcing us to the shoulder so many times, even that giving us little breathing room. Dung is used to it but I thought we couldn't get there soon enough. After an hour of this, we were finally on a better road.
(Photo: my evening drink in a better upscale place in NT. haha)
In NT, the hotel Dung booked was nice, quiet, and safe. I slept good for at least 5 hours, which was rest enough.
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Sunday, April 24, 2011
Visiting Vung Tau
I am about to leave VungTau and go back to Saigon, then fly immediately to Nha Trang. My visit here has been relaxing and no problems at the hotel except for them not understanding any English. My "game leg" continues to be slowing healing, I think so this causes me to move slowly and limit my distance. My other minor problem is that I realized I forget my battery charger for my camera. So soon my camera will be dead. My mission today is to see if I can replace it, but I think the uniqueness will make it difficult.
I met Mai, a teacher friend here in VungTau, in 2000, my first time in VT, and we have kept in touch now for 12 yrs. She found me my hotel which is close to her house. I could walk if I knew the way but there are so many turns down back alleys, it has been impossible for me to remember. Her husband, Son, is an architect and a nice guy but knows very little English.
I had lunch with Mai and her family several times, and then we went out for coffee too.
Mai teaches English at the high school and also at home, so one day, I visited her and talked to her home class. Students were very nice and still ask me the same questions. haha! Even though they all study English in hi sch. very few can speak it. Hi Sch. here is for 3 yrs, so grades 10, 11, and 12. Students pay money to attend class with Mai and home, but I don't know how much. Mai receives 3 million dong a month, (153 USD) and she has been teaching for over 12 yrs. Not much.. but the pay is different for each school.
Mai has two young daughters so she also teaches a class for neighborhood kids on Sunday for them. This class is pretty wild and I did try to help her with them yesterday. Her daughter, Phuong, is so full of life and energy so she keeps the class going constantly. But it is fun. Phuong, even though she has only met me a few times, and now 6 yrs old, came to greet me with a huge hug and a greet smile. Her English limited but I think she will be good in a few years. I watched one day when Son, the dad, was trying to feed both daughters lunch. They all sit on the floor, and he almost force feeds them spoonful by spoonful until the bowl of rice, veggies, and meat is finished. It is a very common practice in Asia for parents to spoon feed their children. I am not sure when it stops, but Phuong could definitely be eating on her own now.
One afternoon, I spent the afternoon touring the city on the back of the motorbike. This driver was the same as the one I used going from the boat to the hotel. Mr. Quang seems to be a very quiet but well spoken guy with an 18 yr. old son in the army. His driving is good; my only concern is his red, blood shot eyes. I decided not to ask him about it. He took me to the White Palace, the former home of the Chinese King who ruled VN in the 1600's. Lots of furniture and pottery is displayed in various rooms during this time. We also rode along the newer beach area. This used to be a large fishing area that now embraces huge 5 star resorts and expensive looking seafood restaurants. There are some cruise liners that park here now too. Several nice churches and huge pagodas here too. Most of the old fishing places are gone. One place was a shipyard, where they repair and build huge ships. Most of the repair still looks like it is hand done but some machinery.
I had coffee with Mr. Viet, an uncle of a family I know in Portland. I met Viet 9 years ago, so I called him and asked if we could have coffee. He was at first reluctant but then we agreed on a time. He is about my age and speaks excellent English. I remember being impressed with him in 2002, but I was even more so this time. When he was 16 yrs, old, he had to drop out of school and became a houseboy for the US troops in VT. Then after a year, he joined the So. VNese army. His English is impeccable and like a walking encyclopedia. He vocabulary is excellent. Often, he would say a word, then demonstrate how the VNese pronounce and how Am. pronounce it. He remembers exact dates, like when Liz Taylor, Elvis, and Kennedy died. He can give you exact numbers for the Am. debt, amount spent of defense for most counties like US, Russia, and VN. He will discuss politics but always afraid somehow his words might endanger him. I am so glad we got together.
I know this is all quite unexciting but I am enjoying these days. It is hot but not unbearable. Take care all. I hope you all had a Wonderful Easter.
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I met Mai, a teacher friend here in VungTau, in 2000, my first time in VT, and we have kept in touch now for 12 yrs. She found me my hotel which is close to her house. I could walk if I knew the way but there are so many turns down back alleys, it has been impossible for me to remember. Her husband, Son, is an architect and a nice guy but knows very little English.
I had lunch with Mai and her family several times, and then we went out for coffee too.
Mai teaches English at the high school and also at home, so one day, I visited her and talked to her home class. Students were very nice and still ask me the same questions. haha! Even though they all study English in hi sch. very few can speak it. Hi Sch. here is for 3 yrs, so grades 10, 11, and 12. Students pay money to attend class with Mai and home, but I don't know how much. Mai receives 3 million dong a month, (153 USD) and she has been teaching for over 12 yrs. Not much.. but the pay is different for each school.
Mai has two young daughters so she also teaches a class for neighborhood kids on Sunday for them. This class is pretty wild and I did try to help her with them yesterday. Her daughter, Phuong, is so full of life and energy so she keeps the class going constantly. But it is fun. Phuong, even though she has only met me a few times, and now 6 yrs old, came to greet me with a huge hug and a greet smile. Her English limited but I think she will be good in a few years. I watched one day when Son, the dad, was trying to feed both daughters lunch. They all sit on the floor, and he almost force feeds them spoonful by spoonful until the bowl of rice, veggies, and meat is finished. It is a very common practice in Asia for parents to spoon feed their children. I am not sure when it stops, but Phuong could definitely be eating on her own now.
One afternoon, I spent the afternoon touring the city on the back of the motorbike. This driver was the same as the one I used going from the boat to the hotel. Mr. Quang seems to be a very quiet but well spoken guy with an 18 yr. old son in the army. His driving is good; my only concern is his red, blood shot eyes. I decided not to ask him about it. He took me to the White Palace, the former home of the Chinese King who ruled VN in the 1600's. Lots of furniture and pottery is displayed in various rooms during this time. We also rode along the newer beach area. This used to be a large fishing area that now embraces huge 5 star resorts and expensive looking seafood restaurants. There are some cruise liners that park here now too. Several nice churches and huge pagodas here too. Most of the old fishing places are gone. One place was a shipyard, where they repair and build huge ships. Most of the repair still looks like it is hand done but some machinery.
I had coffee with Mr. Viet, an uncle of a family I know in Portland. I met Viet 9 years ago, so I called him and asked if we could have coffee. He was at first reluctant but then we agreed on a time. He is about my age and speaks excellent English. I remember being impressed with him in 2002, but I was even more so this time. When he was 16 yrs, old, he had to drop out of school and became a houseboy for the US troops in VT. Then after a year, he joined the So. VNese army. His English is impeccable and like a walking encyclopedia. He vocabulary is excellent. Often, he would say a word, then demonstrate how the VNese pronounce and how Am. pronounce it. He remembers exact dates, like when Liz Taylor, Elvis, and Kennedy died. He can give you exact numbers for the Am. debt, amount spent of defense for most counties like US, Russia, and VN. He will discuss politics but always afraid somehow his words might endanger him. I am so glad we got together.
I know this is all quite unexciting but I am enjoying these days. It is hot but not unbearable. Take care all. I hope you all had a Wonderful Easter.
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Friday, April 22, 2011
I won't be complaining about any rain or cold for a while.
On Wednesday morning, Thu picked me and my luggage up and we went back to his house, waiting for his parents. I thought my bag would be smaller or less because I was just going for pleasure and strictly hot weather, But somehow, it still ballooned to a good size albeit not heavy. Some day I am going conquer this puzzle and become a minimalist.
Our caravan arrive at PDX around 8 pm. I am traveling with 7 other people, going to a wedding in Tre Co, Vietnam. I am considered to be a part of their family, so when asked, I had to go. The groom is a former student at Gregory Heights. VNese people are famous for returning to their country with "boxes" for family still living in their country. Because if this tradition each of them were taking two or more boxes with them, including give me a box to take. So this is quite an ordeal at the ticket counter, but in time, it was all accomplished. Others were doing the same, amazing.
We arrived in Seattle on time and went to the Asiana gate to get rechecked in. One woman in our group, had checked in 4 extra boxes, costing her $400 more. In Seattle, Asiana airlines told her that Horizon had not given her enough paperwork to prove that she had paid $400 for the extra boxes, and directing her to the Horizon main ticket counter in Seattle and I was assigned to help her because her English is not good. I wondered how long this would take and would we actually be able to solve this problem. But off we went.
It was quite a walk down two flights before we were in the right area. I have a problem with my left calf lately so I was trying to walk with a certain amount of haste while still now aggravating it more. I asked everyone I saw for directions to Horizon hoping that none were conflicting. We arrived at the Curtesy Desk. What a misnomer!! There was one older woman working the counter. I explained as clearly as possible the problem, and she looked at me with complete befuddlement. She didn't have a clue as to what to do or how to help us. Trying not to add to the stress, I explained it again and mentioned our connecting flight. Finally she called another employee. This woman seemed to know how to fill out the paper work, and as least gave the first woman some directions. But she was complaining each step of the way, tying several times to open a locked drawer, then finding only one form inside. I finally asked the other woman if she would do it. She refused, now saying she had never done it before. Finally, her supervisor came, seemed to know what to do and directed her step by stye. It was not that difficult. I wanted to ask for her name but chose to let it go, but if she had made us miss our connecting flight, I would have.
The total flight time is almost 18 hours. The flight from Seattle to Seoul is 11 hours, then another 5 hours to Ho Chi Minh. The good part about this flight was we were all sitting together and could converse to pass the time. Asian airlines still know how to feed their passengers. I never get a bad meal and lots of snacks, water and juice along the way. No Charge!!
Arriving late in Saigon, the relatives from VN were all there to great us. They rented a BUS!! Well, considering all the boxes and relatives, it was a good idea. At this point, I left them and I will go to Tre Co next weekend for the wedding. Thanh had rented me a room in Sgn, at a place where I have been many times. $22 a night, rather upscale for me. It is quite hot in Vietnam now so you need air-conditioning in the room or a fan.
I didn't sleep great even though it was quiet and I was tired as I slept very little on the flights. Now, I have checked out and taken the hydrofoil to VungTau, a beach area and where a teacher friend lives. Thanh did stay with me last night but didn't come to VungTau, I rode on the back of the motorbike from the wharf to my hotel. It cost me one dollar and a safe ride.
Now, my goal is to just relax for a few days, enjoy my friends here and the beach, before going to another place.
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Our caravan arrive at PDX around 8 pm. I am traveling with 7 other people, going to a wedding in Tre Co, Vietnam. I am considered to be a part of their family, so when asked, I had to go. The groom is a former student at Gregory Heights. VNese people are famous for returning to their country with "boxes" for family still living in their country. Because if this tradition each of them were taking two or more boxes with them, including give me a box to take. So this is quite an ordeal at the ticket counter, but in time, it was all accomplished. Others were doing the same, amazing.
We arrived in Seattle on time and went to the Asiana gate to get rechecked in. One woman in our group, had checked in 4 extra boxes, costing her $400 more. In Seattle, Asiana airlines told her that Horizon had not given her enough paperwork to prove that she had paid $400 for the extra boxes, and directing her to the Horizon main ticket counter in Seattle and I was assigned to help her because her English is not good. I wondered how long this would take and would we actually be able to solve this problem. But off we went.
It was quite a walk down two flights before we were in the right area. I have a problem with my left calf lately so I was trying to walk with a certain amount of haste while still now aggravating it more. I asked everyone I saw for directions to Horizon hoping that none were conflicting. We arrived at the Curtesy Desk. What a misnomer!! There was one older woman working the counter. I explained as clearly as possible the problem, and she looked at me with complete befuddlement. She didn't have a clue as to what to do or how to help us. Trying not to add to the stress, I explained it again and mentioned our connecting flight. Finally she called another employee. This woman seemed to know how to fill out the paper work, and as least gave the first woman some directions. But she was complaining each step of the way, tying several times to open a locked drawer, then finding only one form inside. I finally asked the other woman if she would do it. She refused, now saying she had never done it before. Finally, her supervisor came, seemed to know what to do and directed her step by stye. It was not that difficult. I wanted to ask for her name but chose to let it go, but if she had made us miss our connecting flight, I would have.
The total flight time is almost 18 hours. The flight from Seattle to Seoul is 11 hours, then another 5 hours to Ho Chi Minh. The good part about this flight was we were all sitting together and could converse to pass the time. Asian airlines still know how to feed their passengers. I never get a bad meal and lots of snacks, water and juice along the way. No Charge!!
Arriving late in Saigon, the relatives from VN were all there to great us. They rented a BUS!! Well, considering all the boxes and relatives, it was a good idea. At this point, I left them and I will go to Tre Co next weekend for the wedding. Thanh had rented me a room in Sgn, at a place where I have been many times. $22 a night, rather upscale for me. It is quite hot in Vietnam now so you need air-conditioning in the room or a fan.
I didn't sleep great even though it was quiet and I was tired as I slept very little on the flights. Now, I have checked out and taken the hydrofoil to VungTau, a beach area and where a teacher friend lives. Thanh did stay with me last night but didn't come to VungTau, I rode on the back of the motorbike from the wharf to my hotel. It cost me one dollar and a safe ride.
Now, my goal is to just relax for a few days, enjoy my friends here and the beach, before going to another place.
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Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Leaving Hong Kong
I have been in Hong Kong now for several days and enjoying the luxury accommodations of Johannes place. And the very pleasant weather. Not necessarily looking forward to the cold in Portland but I am looking forward to being home. This has been a good trip with only a few complications, so thankful for that.
Hong Kong is a very upscale place, a little like New York City, or San Francisco. It is was formerly a British colony only to be turned over to China in 1997. It seemed to be island with lots of small mountains. Coming in the bus, I could see lots of work being down to avoid small landslides and erosion. Where they can build, they have built straight up, one building after another, kind of like dominos all lined up in a row. I am not sure what would happen here if there was an earthquake. I think they would all topple.
I have been using the MTR train/subway. It reminds me a little what it was like in Washington DC. Johannes gave me an "octopus" card, which entitles me to ride anywhere, just swipe the card. So, I have been exploring.
Yesterday, I rode to the end where there is a cable car ride to the top of the mountain. I chose to ride in a glass bottom car, so you can see down into the forrest while you ride up. It is about a 25 minuter ride. I was a little nervous, as I was with all Chinese who seemed a little too relaxed as they moved about the car. I worried that maybe it would bounce too much and cause a problem. Also, the employers were checking the cable before we got on, so this too made me think negatively. But we made it to the top. On the way up, you can see a path used by monks to walk up to the top. I think it must take them at least one day to walk to the top. At the top, you can still walk up to get a closer view of the Buddha, but I didn't.
On the way back on the MTR, I went to another area to ride the ferry. There are several old ferries here, that work in conjunction with the MRT. There are several ferries that go to different places but I chose the one that I thought was close to where I was staying. It was a nice ride on the water and water looks clean. After about 30 minutes, got off. Now to find Johannes place.
I looked for signs of MTR but saw none. I have no problem asking strangers for directions, but so far they all told me there was no MTR near here. I thought I had plenty of time to walk so I just asked them for the general direction. Finally, someone told me the way. I began walking but the streets didn't go straight, so as I walked it curved around. I found myself walking through apartments and playgrounds to keep my direction straight. Finally, I found a man who was going to the MTR also, so we walked together. It ended up not to be that far.
Hong Kong is really a Shopping Mecca. Stores and Malls everywhere. Not sure what all these people do for work, but they must have good jobs. Things are expensive in HK and they use a different currency than China. Figure that one out!!
Ok, now this might be my last blog for a while, as I will be leaving for home tonight.. Hope you enjoy some of my travels.... Happy Trails to all!!
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Hong Kong is a very upscale place, a little like New York City, or San Francisco. It is was formerly a British colony only to be turned over to China in 1997. It seemed to be island with lots of small mountains. Coming in the bus, I could see lots of work being down to avoid small landslides and erosion. Where they can build, they have built straight up, one building after another, kind of like dominos all lined up in a row. I am not sure what would happen here if there was an earthquake. I think they would all topple.
I have been using the MTR train/subway. It reminds me a little what it was like in Washington DC. Johannes gave me an "octopus" card, which entitles me to ride anywhere, just swipe the card. So, I have been exploring.
Yesterday, I rode to the end where there is a cable car ride to the top of the mountain. I chose to ride in a glass bottom car, so you can see down into the forrest while you ride up. It is about a 25 minuter ride. I was a little nervous, as I was with all Chinese who seemed a little too relaxed as they moved about the car. I worried that maybe it would bounce too much and cause a problem. Also, the employers were checking the cable before we got on, so this too made me think negatively. But we made it to the top. On the way up, you can see a path used by monks to walk up to the top. I think it must take them at least one day to walk to the top. At the top, you can still walk up to get a closer view of the Buddha, but I didn't.
On the way back on the MTR, I went to another area to ride the ferry. There are several old ferries here, that work in conjunction with the MRT. There are several ferries that go to different places but I chose the one that I thought was close to where I was staying. It was a nice ride on the water and water looks clean. After about 30 minutes, got off. Now to find Johannes place.
I looked for signs of MTR but saw none. I have no problem asking strangers for directions, but so far they all told me there was no MTR near here. I thought I had plenty of time to walk so I just asked them for the general direction. Finally, someone told me the way. I began walking but the streets didn't go straight, so as I walked it curved around. I found myself walking through apartments and playgrounds to keep my direction straight. Finally, I found a man who was going to the MTR also, so we walked together. It ended up not to be that far.
Hong Kong is really a Shopping Mecca. Stores and Malls everywhere. Not sure what all these people do for work, but they must have good jobs. Things are expensive in HK and they use a different currency than China. Figure that one out!!
Ok, now this might be my last blog for a while, as I will be leaving for home tonight.. Hope you enjoy some of my travels.... Happy Trails to all!!
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Sunday, January 9, 2011
Border Crossing
My last day in China proved to be a real travel learning experience.
I wanted to change hotels on the last day because I worried that my local hotel might present some problems getting to the airport. But Julie assured me that the school would take me to the airport, albeit it was early. I only agreed to this plan after Julie told me she also would come to the airport, as the driver spoke no English.
Friday morning, at 6:20 am, I was waiting confidently in the lobby. A few minutes later, Julie called the hotel so say she was "running" to the hotel and would be there shortly. Again, I tried to remain calm even though I didn't see the driver and car. Julie arrived, and said we would have to go across the street to the school to get the driver and car. Of course the driver was not ready, but after a few minutes, we were off. Luckily at this time of day, the traffic was light. My goal was to get to the airport by 7 AM for an 8:20 AM flight. At the airport, Julie came in to help me find the right line to get my ticket. By the time I got to my gate, it was almost time for boarding so no extra time. The security and ticketing at the airport before boarding always seems to be a stressful experience.
The plane should have taken off on time but there was some problem with the passenger near the exit door. The airline staff never announced the cause of the delay, but finally, after about 30 minutes, we took off. Now, I felt I could relax.
I flew to Shenzhen, which is still in China, then I bought a bus ticket to Kowloon, which is the northern part of Hong Kong. I could have flown directly to Hong Kong, but this route would save me money and time, plus I thought I would see more on the bus.
About half way to Kowloon, you have to get off the bus to go through Customs and Immigration. Even though Hong Kong is a part of China, they have special status and so it is like entering another country. Everyone has to get off the bus and take all their belongs and go through Customs.
So, with my two bags, I walk towards the checkpoint. I already knew that I need to find a blank departure card because I didn't have mine. Next, I could see that the lines were long and saw that their was only one line for "foreigners"! As I waited in line, I worried that the bus wouldn't wait for me, but that was soon to be a moot question. I was slowing getting closer to the front and thinking it would be just routine.
Finally, I handed my passport to the official. He looked for the page that contained the China visa, then asked me what day I entered China. I told him Dec. 4, and he sort of stared at me. Then he told me to wait. Next another official came over to look at my passport. Finally, one of them told me I had overstayed my visit. I thought that was impossible. My Visa was good for one year. I had not read the fine print. True, it was good for one year, but only for 30 days at a time. I have never knew this.
So now I was taken to a special glass cage!! There were others in here too and all seemed to be stressed. I was told nothing, just to wait. Slowly, as if to increase your stress, they took each person out of the room. Finally, I was waiting alone. Next, they came and brought me to another glass room but saying nothing. I thought about asking but I thought that might actually hurt my case. I began to think about where the Am. Embassy might be. Ha!!
Also, I knew by now, my bus had left. And Johannes, who had told me he would meet me in Kowloon, needed to be notified. I decided to ask someone to use their phone to call Johannes. This couple who were with me, were speaking another language, but I asked them. I found out they were Taiwanese and they glad replied. I told Johannes that I was not in Jail yet but didn't feel very free!! Johannes thought I would have to just pay a fine. This sounded ok but I worried what currency they would take. I didn't have a lot of Chinese RMB and some USD and a Visa CC.
Finally, Felicia came to speak to me. She spoke excellent English. I again explained as calmly as I could that I thought my Visa was good for one year!! No one ever told me about the 30 day rule. I showed them my other Visas that never had anything more than a beginning and end day. This was a first for me. I even gave them my best "sob story". I told then I had volunteered in China and paid my own money to do this!! She was very interested and sympathetic. The normal fine for overstay is 500 RMB, which is over 50 USD. But If I agreed to never do this again, I could just sign a warning paper, and leave. I was happy to do this and always remember to check and double check all future Visas!!
Now, this delay cost me over one hour, and it seemed like about 4 hours. I finally left China, then went through HK customs without a hitch. Finally, I looked for a new bus and met Johannes in Kowloon. We went out for dinner and beer. I collapsed on his couch/bed so quickly that I don't remember anything after I closed my eyes.
Live and learn.
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I wanted to change hotels on the last day because I worried that my local hotel might present some problems getting to the airport. But Julie assured me that the school would take me to the airport, albeit it was early. I only agreed to this plan after Julie told me she also would come to the airport, as the driver spoke no English.
Friday morning, at 6:20 am, I was waiting confidently in the lobby. A few minutes later, Julie called the hotel so say she was "running" to the hotel and would be there shortly. Again, I tried to remain calm even though I didn't see the driver and car. Julie arrived, and said we would have to go across the street to the school to get the driver and car. Of course the driver was not ready, but after a few minutes, we were off. Luckily at this time of day, the traffic was light. My goal was to get to the airport by 7 AM for an 8:20 AM flight. At the airport, Julie came in to help me find the right line to get my ticket. By the time I got to my gate, it was almost time for boarding so no extra time. The security and ticketing at the airport before boarding always seems to be a stressful experience.
The plane should have taken off on time but there was some problem with the passenger near the exit door. The airline staff never announced the cause of the delay, but finally, after about 30 minutes, we took off. Now, I felt I could relax.
I flew to Shenzhen, which is still in China, then I bought a bus ticket to Kowloon, which is the northern part of Hong Kong. I could have flown directly to Hong Kong, but this route would save me money and time, plus I thought I would see more on the bus.
About half way to Kowloon, you have to get off the bus to go through Customs and Immigration. Even though Hong Kong is a part of China, they have special status and so it is like entering another country. Everyone has to get off the bus and take all their belongs and go through Customs.
So, with my two bags, I walk towards the checkpoint. I already knew that I need to find a blank departure card because I didn't have mine. Next, I could see that the lines were long and saw that their was only one line for "foreigners"! As I waited in line, I worried that the bus wouldn't wait for me, but that was soon to be a moot question. I was slowing getting closer to the front and thinking it would be just routine.
Finally, I handed my passport to the official. He looked for the page that contained the China visa, then asked me what day I entered China. I told him Dec. 4, and he sort of stared at me. Then he told me to wait. Next another official came over to look at my passport. Finally, one of them told me I had overstayed my visit. I thought that was impossible. My Visa was good for one year. I had not read the fine print. True, it was good for one year, but only for 30 days at a time. I have never knew this.
So now I was taken to a special glass cage!! There were others in here too and all seemed to be stressed. I was told nothing, just to wait. Slowly, as if to increase your stress, they took each person out of the room. Finally, I was waiting alone. Next, they came and brought me to another glass room but saying nothing. I thought about asking but I thought that might actually hurt my case. I began to think about where the Am. Embassy might be. Ha!!
Also, I knew by now, my bus had left. And Johannes, who had told me he would meet me in Kowloon, needed to be notified. I decided to ask someone to use their phone to call Johannes. This couple who were with me, were speaking another language, but I asked them. I found out they were Taiwanese and they glad replied. I told Johannes that I was not in Jail yet but didn't feel very free!! Johannes thought I would have to just pay a fine. This sounded ok but I worried what currency they would take. I didn't have a lot of Chinese RMB and some USD and a Visa CC.
Finally, Felicia came to speak to me. She spoke excellent English. I again explained as calmly as I could that I thought my Visa was good for one year!! No one ever told me about the 30 day rule. I showed them my other Visas that never had anything more than a beginning and end day. This was a first for me. I even gave them my best "sob story". I told then I had volunteered in China and paid my own money to do this!! She was very interested and sympathetic. The normal fine for overstay is 500 RMB, which is over 50 USD. But If I agreed to never do this again, I could just sign a warning paper, and leave. I was happy to do this and always remember to check and double check all future Visas!!
Now, this delay cost me over one hour, and it seemed like about 4 hours. I finally left China, then went through HK customs without a hitch. Finally, I looked for a new bus and met Johannes in Kowloon. We went out for dinner and beer. I collapsed on his couch/bed so quickly that I don't remember anything after I closed my eyes.
Live and learn.
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Thursday, January 6, 2011
Leaving Xi'an
I spent one week visiting the college I volunteered at in March. After I left in March, I kept in contact with two students and a teacher by email. I thought because I was in Kunming already, I might as well visit Xi'an again before heading to Hong Kong. The two students had written to me many times and seemed excited about my return but warned me to bring some warm clothes. I would soon realize how prophetic that would be. These students also planned to met me at the airport, which they had never beebread too. I admired their initiative. When the head English teacher heard about this, she suddenly took control. Right before my flight, her email stated that she had arranged for the school car to pick me and the boys up. She also said that I could stay at the hotel across from the school. Because I wasn't sure of the cost at the hotel, I thought I could stay at the dorm. I would decide after I arrived.
As I left the baggage area in Xi'an, I look out to a sea of faces all anxious waiting for someone, some holding name signs. Yet, I immediately spotted David and Daniel waving to me and smiling. (I gave them Am. Names). Within minutes we were getting into the car Julia, the head English teacher had arranged. About 30 minutes later, we were at the school. I survey the dorm situation and the hotel. In my heart I wanted to stay at the dorm but my mind and my need for certain basic conventions overruled this idea. I opted for the hotel, which had heat, a decent bed, good bathroom, and some basic cleanness.
The school is located in the western part of the city, far from the nucleus. It is not in the country, but quite distinct from the real heart of the city. Yes there are supermarkets, restaurants, and other shops, but they all look the same and very local. The hotel staff couldn't speak any English and didn't seem to understand sign language when I tried to explain that there was no hot water. Occasionally, during the night there were power outages, which was explained by a knock on the door, some two minutes of Chinese which I did not understand, and then a return knock, saying that the power was back on.
The students often cameo my room to visit during the day and evening. They worried about me constantly. They always thought was starving and insisted on buying food and never let me pay. I think it was some of this "authentic" local food that did me in for several days. I could still function but I had a few too many trips to the comfort room. One time I remember eating food that they bought for dinner from somewhere on the street and I swear the vegetables were still frozen. Now, admittedly, it was very cold outside everyday, but because they were eating them and not saying anything, I didn't either. These students were very good to me. They bought bowls, cups, chopsticks, fruit, bread, cake, soup, noodles, meat, and gifts. I tried so many times to pay or do something for them, but they would out maneuver me every time. I know they don't have much money either, but give whatever they have.
Now, I also had a lot time to help Daniel and David plus other students with their English. David could hardly say one sentence in English before, and now he could carry on a basic conversation. I am hoping that their English will improve their chances of getting a better job. So many of these students have this American dream-to come to the U.S.-yet their own country, in the big cities, is not any different than America. China has everything and more. It is surprising tome how westernized China is.
A good example of this was one day I told them I hadn't had any sweet potatoes which they sell on the street cheap. I could eat this safely and it might taste better than some of the other food I had(I didn't tell them that). So we walk behind the dorm, where a man and his wife have a small street shop. Outside is a burn barrel, with charcoal or wood at the bottom and the potatoes roasting at the top. The man picks out about 4 of his best potatoes for us to choose from. I thought I would buy two. He immediately shoves two more in my hand and refuses my money. I don't know this man at all. I have never seen him before. He is living in the barest conditions behind his shop. I might be his only customer today. Next, his wife brings me a bag of cookies. Again, this is a gift. They instead in not taking any money in the strongest way. They have just heard from the students about me coming back to visit the school. Maybe this is why I like so many of the places and the people that I visit. Maybe there is a life lesson here.
Next to the sweet potatoes, there are several cement pingpong tables. Also, they have a row of bricks to serve as the net. Definitely a permanent structure for the outside elements. I see about four boys playing and I know Daniel likes to play. This is the first day that the sun has shined and so students have decided to use them. I told Daniel that I wanted to play so after eating my two sweet potatoes, I walked down and grabbed a paddle. Of course, they all thought it would be great fun to play me. I am not that good but I like to play. And I hadn't played in a while, but I must of looked fairly decent as I could hear some "ah's" and comments albeit in Chinese. After playing several students, the sweet potato man, who was so shy a few minutes before, now wanted to play pingpong with me. I knew that meant he was good, so we played several spirited minutes and he was smiling the whole time. I enjoyed it too. For the first time in many days, I felt almost warm!! Haha!!
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