Helping the foreigners eat duck

The best thing about being in China is definitely the food culture. It's not just because I'm leaving soon that I'm starting to think about all the dishes I'm going to miss, you can't help but always be aware of how good it is. With so many choices, you never get bored of any of it, and never really find yourself taking it for granted. It's just about the food, it's the way you're supposed to have fun with it; eating is rarely about eating and running.

Beijing duck is the perfect example, they bring you a whole duck and make a whole song and dance about carving it up and serving all the various cuts on specific plates in front of you. After this particular carving session the waitress even took the time to make our first pancake for us. I'm still not sure if it's part of the service, or if she just assumed the foreigners would get it wrong so we needed help!

A (peaceful?) evening walk

An evening stroll always seems like a good idea. You go out, get some fresh air, and clear your head. No and no. There is no fresh air, this is Shanghai. And you will not clear your head, you will fill it with the sounds of racing traffic and blaring horns.

Nonetheless, a good wander works miracles, regardless of air and noise pollution, and I will, no doubt, look back on this and miss these big city scenes. This photo may like some huge mega-junction, though it's actually pretty average-sized by comparison. And this is quiet time, usually the scene would be hellishly busy.

Breakfast Dumplings

Small soup dumplings are one the best foods in Shanghai. They're like a little bread/pastry type ball with seasoned pork inside. The word "soup" isn't particularly apt; they have some watery stuff from the meat in there, which does taste good, but not exactly something you could sip from a spoon.

Mind you, there is enough in their to cause accident and injury; on one occasion I bit into them and this soup stuff, which was boiling had, I might add, spayed out onto my cheeks. I was in immense pain. On a different occasion the soup took a more upward trajectory and shot up my nose. Fortunately the temperature was a little less extreme and suffered nothing more than the smell of soup dumplings for the rest of the day.

The photo was taken on a weekend morning after a wander around Zhongshan Park. A wonder for me. A run for Laura. Right before this guy served these up he went out for a smoke then came in and spat on the floor of the kitchen. It wasn't enough to put us off our dumplings.

The Podcast

I'm working on the school podcast, the Extra-Curricular Activity I'm teaching this term. I've finished the artwork (pictured), though it may change, and I'm working on the theme music this afternoon. In the first meeting we had I got the students to record a few sound bites to go at the start and end of each episode; they went crazy for the whole recording process. I used my condenser microphone, something they've obviously never seen for real before, and gave them a script and said, "go".

It was funny to hear how nervous some of them got. I remember when I first tried to record myself, for some reason you can't help but talk different. Normally you just talk, not at something. As soon as you're aware your have to talk into something, everything you know about speech just goes out the window and you convince yourself you need to do something special. Nevertheless, they managed it, and it's sounding pretty good. We should have our first episode made in  about 2 weeks.

Scrap Paper

So we were co-teaching a class and it came time to group the students. We decided that it would be good to randomize the groups so the co-teacher found some scrap paper, tore it into small pieces and gave a piece to each student to write their names on, fold it up, and put it into the hat.

It wasn't long before a perplexed student, having closely examined her scrap of paper, raised her hand, "Teacher, this is my Chinese homework!"

The photo shows an attempt at fitting it back together.

Valentines Day Dinner

This is what our dinner looked like on Friday night:

Cheese fondue with steak, sausages, chicken and veg, followed by chocolate with strawberries and blueberries. What more could you want?

I had to use night mode on the camera, which uses a super, mega, high ISO (or something) so it can get the photo with very little lighting. I thought it came out looking good. She wasn't impressed.

That was the start of the weekend; it's Sunday evening now and I'm ready to go to bed. This weekend went by way too fast. A hard 6 weeks of teaching prac is ahead of me so I guess I'd best get an early night tonight.

Fresh Air

"Winter's OK, you can always put more layers on." Bollocks! It's cold here, and the apartments have the most insignificant heating systems so you're permanently "a bit cold". That doesn't sound too bad, but it is when it's in your home, where you watch TV, and and make your dinner, and write you blog.

I'm not complaining, the cold spell lasted for about 3 days, and it's warm enough to be comfortable now. This winter's been pretty good in truth. Mind, it's still weird to me to be in a place where people might go their entire work day without taking off their coat.

 Regardless of the outdoor temperature there is an odd obsession in this country with "cleaning the air". It's the idea that you need to open the window, or keep them open all day whatever the weather, so you have fresh air. Fresh, Shanghai air.