The Lost Week

By the grace of coffee, this is a smashing Friday. There haven’t been any posts recently, because I haven’t been feeling well. After last Friday’s food poisoning, I got slammed twice more on Monday and Wednesday.

During Monday lunch DMIL came around and handed out cloves of garlic (to ward off sickness and improve general health). I commented on the size of my clove, gigantic, and the probably sting within. “Oh, ” I was assured, “you don't need to chew it, swallow it like a pill!” And I did, alone. Everybody else chewed slowly. I accused them of not following their own advice, but thought little of it and went on with my day.

But I had not felt the last of that garlic, it rose again to plague me in the small hours. That is to say I had abdominal pains, strong nausea, endless, garlic burps, and very little sleep that night. I took the next day off, on account of my minimal rest (and because I was still feeling ill from the garlic). I felt much better in the afternoon, however, and felt up to going out for fish and chicken soup with Daniel and the guys. Lo, the soup made us all sick in the night. Bernard threw up. So, it hasn't been a pleasurable week in that respect.

Also, Andy is gone. I guess he couldn't stand up to his family anymore. Now he’s to drive a truck for his living, ridiculous. We have a new translator though, called Jimmy. He is twenty-one, speaks English well (with an extraordinary American accent), and likes to play Basketball. He hoped to study in the U.S. this year, but his application was scuttled by some unfinished paperwork in the immigration database— his family started it years ago and never finished. He’s a personable guy, and has recommended a doctor I should see about my back. Apparently he’s a sports rehabilitation dude who fixed Jimmy’s messed up ankle very well. This doctor is close, and not terribly expensive, so I’ll definitely make plans to see him.

I think that about describes the week. Despite my poor physical health, training has been awesome. I did some phenomenal stretches yesterday, made a breakthrough with hand conditioning the day before, and my application is getting very quick. Sometime soon I’ll make a video of what exactly I’m talking about, maybe show a little of typical training here.

The day’s yet but half done, we are running a mountain for afternoon training. As usual, I’m not looking forward to it at all. I think it’s supposed to an hour (half an hour at a time is my usual running cut-off), not to mention it’ll be a slope, and even the tiniest slope makes a big difference. But I’ll do it, and then it’ll be over.

Bleaargh

A truck drives by as I walk to the bus--



It’s been a little while, I got pretty sick on Friday and haven’t felt like writing. Friday itself was awesome, the two laps of frog leaps I’d been dreading all week were replaced with sprint races— the first of which Tom and I won. Sadly we lost the next round and got a hundred squats, but I’d take even three hundred squats over those leaps.

Things went south in the evening. I started feeling ill, bloated and nauseous, eventually throwing up a couple times between ten and twelve. The morning was little better, which upset me since I was slated for a mid day massage with Charlie (for the rest of the weekend I barely felt like eating). Nevertheless, I caught the bus downtown. My condition improved as the ride went on, thankfully, despite the limited standing space onboard. I was joined by an exceptionally intoxicated man with a large bottle of alcohol in one hand and a shopping bag of cherries in the other. He lurched around spewing gibberish for a few minutes before disembarking, to everyone’s relief.

Some of the outlying area--



The plan was to ride for around forty or fifty minutes, get off, and find a taxi to my destination (This saves on cab fares. A cab to the same area would run me something like 20 bucks, whereas the bus is around fifteen cents). Of course, I could barely talk to the cabby, but the thing to do is to call Andy, or Charlie’s girlfriend in this case, and have them direct the ride. This I did, and got a funny look from the driver. Unwittingly, I’d hailed him only a few hundred feet from my destination, a branch of the Bank of China.

I met Charlie outside and we walked up to his girlfriend’s place for a few minutes to chill out. Inside he handed me an odd fruit, the name of which I forgot, but have just relearned using Google. It was a Mangosteen, something I had never before seen or eaten. A bit smaller than my fist, it had a hard outer skin with a fleshy, deep purple body underneath. Charlie told me to peel off the shell in big chunks, but it wasn't working too well. The fruit chipped like a hardboiled egg gone wrong. Looking to Charlie for guidance I saw he’d snapped his whole Mangosteen in half. Comprehension! The purple stuff was actually a part of the rind. Hiding inside was a cave dwelling mandarin orange— a sweet, squishy, pale white citrus fruit.



Unlike an orange there was a smallish pit at the center, but it was no difficulty to avoid (I’ve taken this pic from Wikipedia). We scarfed them down, washed hands, and headed out for the massage.

I recognized the parlor as we arrived. I had glimpsed the entrance from the bus, cavernous, red, and gold, and wondered what lay within. At the time I settled on “fancy restaurant,” the reality was superior. We dealt briefly with a woman at the front desk and were ushered by our masseuses, upstairs, into a nicely decorated room with several beds, various other furnishings, and a large television. Describing a massage in detail is futile, but it was definitely money well spent. We paid 120 kwai (scarce shy of twenty dollars) for a full body massage including feet, hands, legs, back, and head. It was all incredibly pleasant, except a short bit during the head massage— she apparently wondered as to the tensile strength of American hair. Oh, on that note, those girls were strong! I have limited massage giving experience, but I know a few minutes of gripping anything wears one out. Seriously, she had hands like a vice, didn't look it though. Charlie went back to his girl, and I took another bus back to camp. Along the way, somebody walked in smoking a cig. The driver immediately snatched it, threw it out the window, and scolded the man, who then offered him a Pepsi. I was astounded to see that it was the same very drunk man from the morning. Yantai has ten million people, what are those odds?

So, that was Saturday. I fell asleep around six thirty with the light, and my clothes, still on, didn't wake until three, and slept again until eight (Friday night hadn’t afforded me any real rest). Sunday was spent not doing laundry, sitting around, and browsing the Internet. Monday’s past now, it wasn't terribly exciting though so I’m going to do something else. Oh great, I know what I need to do. Squats, the master wants a hundred every evening, because he can’t really ask me while I’m all tired during the day.

Laishan Town

Today, Bernard and I went to get the results from yesterday’s tests. We took the bus to Jusco, a shopping center and foreigner hub, and then a taxi to the hospital. We were early, so Bernard showed me around the side streets, “this is China,” I was told. Backwater corner shops, old men smoking on the steps, vendors gambling in their idle moments, and a geological lineage of bicycle technology covered the streets. Once again I left my camera at home, but it hardly matters now. Bernard left his papers with me (we are both in perfect condition) and went to see his girlfriend. As for me, I went back to Jusco and caught the number 53 bus back to camp. Well, I actually overshot camp and had to walk back a long ways through a district called Laishan Town. I didn't mind though, the route back was simple and I enjoyed the independence. After today I feel confident going out and coming back unscathed, alone, which is awesome. It isn’t much, I only know how to make to Jusco and back, but the Ludong Market is only a short walk from there, as are many other things. Starting today I can do my own shopping, go sightseeing, and pictures will be far easier to plan for.

The Hospital

Master Sui and Master Zeng (my Master). All the images on this site can clicked and viewed separately.



Today, Bernard and I are going out for some visa physical exams. It should be a piece of cake. I hear they only want your money-- and to make sure you don’t have AIDS. I doubt it’ll be interesting, but I’ll bring my camera just in case. We went out on a mission yesterday which seemed unworthy of a camera, but I should have brought it. We ended up in the midst of novel sights at the Ludong University market.

I’m famished. We’ve been told not to eat or drink this morning on account of the blood test, or something like that. Sounds pretty bogus to me. I could guzzle so much water before it started interfering with a test like that. Anyways, I’m starving and I want some pancakes.

These brisk, sunny mornings remind me of spring in Alaska. It hardly rains in Yantai, there aren’t too many trees, no mountains save one, and no ocean within detection (though I know it’s nearby). In short, the two places are dissimilar. But, with my eyes closed and the morning air drifting in I can almost forget where I am.

Written post-examination--

I’ve finally got some lunch inside me after a long morning spent at the hospital. We left around eight and caught an extremely crowded bus downtown, then took a taxi to the hospital. We met Daniel’s mother-in-law (DMIL from here on) in lobby to retrieve our passports and assorted documents, and left the rest to Andy. Everybody in line was very pushy, they were literally pushing each other out of the way to speak to the clerk, even when it was quite clear she was already engaged. Both Bernard and Andy informed me that this is normal, the standard way lines are conducted in China.

By the way, this is Andy, he doesn’t normally wear glasses.





At length we got the paperwork sorted and went upstairs to get blood drawn. It was a sketchy arrangement-- a room with two windows, much like at a movie theatre, where people extend their arms to be leeched before quickly moving along. The whole thing was very expedient, but left me feeling a bit ill. We also had an x-ray, an ultrasound, a urine test, and an ECG with an ancient, fifties or sixties machine reminiscent of an electroshock table.

I didn’t find any great photo-ops, but took this from the hospital corner, this street rates a medium-low on the rabbit-warren scale I use to quantify the many alleys.



DMIL picked us up and we stopped by Ludong University to drop off the documentation. It’s not legal here to just open up a school (for quality control reasons apparently) so smaller businesses operate under the umbrella of established institutions. Ludong is our umbrella and facilitates our visa applications.

Unrelated, this is Charlie--

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Another weekend passes uneventfully. I tried, intermittently, all morning to track down “Skinwalkers,” a 2002 PBS Masterpiece Mystery film based on Navajo, werewolf –esque witchdoctors. I saw it many years ago at home, and it was so well done I never forgot. Normally, enough effort finds me whatever I desire, but today my luck ran out. The only playable version I tracked down was awfully grainy. I may as well have watched it on a Gameboy display. Oh well, it wasn't all I was up to. I played a lot of Go, lost a lot of Go too.

I’m left with surplus time here at the camp, and I’ve been mulling over what to do with it. I could practice my Japanese, maybe re-practice French, improve my Go game, write some stories, or perhaps take some online courses. It feels strange not to be working on anything. Of course I’m working on Kung Fu, but that isn’t an intellectual pursuit. Don't get me wrong, there is a lot of theory involved in martial arts, and a lot of craftiness, but honestly that's best left, in my opinion to people with decades of concrete experience. It may pass the time to ponder movements in my room, but I feel the effect will remain negligible until I commit the more basic ideas to second nature. And besides, those complicated ideas, and movements, are really the simplest, essential, concepts in disguise.

I wandered off topic, what’s to be done with the extra time? I’m leaning towards writing. Many times I’ve sketched out, brainstormed, sometimes even started work on works of fiction, but they all come to nothing soon enough (I have so many outlines stored up, choosing between them is the difficult part). But hey, with an hour or two every night I could really accomplish something. Going to need that new keyboard.

It drives me crazy starting so many sentences with “I.” I don't want to, but when writing about myself few options present themselves. Ah well, I was going to start this paragraph saying, “I think I’ll go out for a jog.” Lying in bed for two days doesn't help the stiffness situation come Mondays, so I’ve decided to at least run and stretch every day. Yesterday I put on my old shoes to run, thinking it would be fine since I wasn't going to train afterwards, and I couldn't stand them! They felt so cumbersome after wearing the lightweight Feiyue shoes. I washed them (the Feiyues) again this weekend too, with more success than before— last week I washed them to satisfaction, left them to dry, and woke up to a nasty, yellow tinge all over the top. I’m positive the radiator turns them yellow, this time I set them out on the clothes-line-rails.



Last week wasn't the best. I was tired, sickish, and simply out of sorts. I’m experiencing a diffuse malaise, withdrawal from American life, as my feverish desire to stay positive wanes. It probably had to happen sooner or later, and hopefully next week will be better.

I keep dreaming of the Southeast wilderness. One night I dreamt I was a bear carrying my macbook through the forest, I realized I couldn't walk very well while I was carrying it, that I was having trouble carrying it in my bear paws anyway, and that I wouldn't have any use for it in the forest, so I left it in a pool and went on, bizarre. I also dreamt I was an owl flying at night with two Bald Eagles. It was pretty cool until I met this sort of predatory sea bird, which I vaguely recognized from Planet Earth. He was up to no good, and I was unsure of how the situation would turn out. He was much bigger, and quite a mean fellow. I can’t remember last night’s dream, but I remember that I liked it, and it that it happened in the ocean. These dreams are remarkable, because I have never before dreamt myself in an animal body, and, for that matter, have never dreamt of flying, not under my own power.

Progress

Today was a day of progress. Yesterday was a different story. It did not start off well. I was tired, sore, felt a little sick, and kept making mistakes. I dreaded afternoon practice. Thankfully, a surprise trip to get visa photos replaced our afternoon training. We all rode the bus to a shopping center to get photos, commodities, and to pick up Andy’s computer (in for fan repair). I bought some instant Nestle coffee, drank a cup (or two) and stayed up way too late thinking, “gaaaaah tomorrow I’m gonna die.” I planned on sleeping till eight, in lieu of breakfast, to make up for it, but I woke up early anyway.

However, I really wanted to make a good showing after yesterday and resolved to show initiative-- which worked out great. Also, I began learning Chinese last night. I had picked up a word or two already, but now I’m on to whole, useful phrases. Last night I learned, “Ill be right back,” “I need to go to the bathroom,” “want me to do it once more?” “please, you first,” “good morning,” and a phrase to say when leaving the table before the master. I used nearly all of them during the day, a stellar success!



I called home at midday and touched base with Daniel (school-owner Daniel) for quite a time before afternoon training. We talked about my student visa, tuition (I think paypal would be the best way to deal with it, and he is brushing the dust off his account), new students, and a new master. Apparently we should expect several new students in the near future, as well as a master to teach Shaolin Style (or one of them, not sure which), and perhaps a Wing Chun master as well. He also spoke of weekend sightseeing excursions when the weather gets warm, and perhaps overnight trips as well— exciting prospects. Afterwards, I stepped out and snapped some pictures of Daniel’s mother in law— she tries hard to make us feel at home here, and cheer people up when things look sour.



The stick (sword!) was her idea.



The afternoon went well, if not as well as the morning, because I was really starting to fade. The master taught me many new steps in the form, some of them rather physically demanding. When it’s completed to an acceptable degree I’ll probably post a video of the form, but right now I can’t be bothered to describe it— Spaaaacing out.

Dinner is upon me, goodbye.