Warm Inside

We've got heat! On Oct 23, 2002 a warm flood of indoor heating filled my dorm room. It was a v nice surprise after hibernating in my warm and toasty Canadian sleeping bag. Other people outside the campus are not so lucky. I guess they will have to conform with the general Chinese "heat rule".

Other weather news. I heard that during the summer, if the temperature reaches 40 degrees, people can take the day off. My classmate told me that during the past summer, the temperature shown on television stayed at 39C for several days! Slave drivin' it.

Other Fees

You have to pay some places if you park in front of a certain store. I'm talking about bike parking. People lock their bikes, not to chains or to bike locks. There are too many bikes to do that! They generally lock the round lock around the back wheel. If you think about it if its locked, the bike won't move and the quality of the bike is too cheap to pry off, say the seat or the frame. It's easier to unscrew the lock and run off with the bike.

The Chinese students on campus share 4-6 people in a room while foreigners stay with either one other roommate or by herself. Chinese students only pay 1500 yuan for a school year while foreign student pay from $3-16 USD a night. It's approximate $8.2 USD to a yuan here. $5.5 CAN to a yuan. I don't even want to start imagining how much local students pay for tuition! But each time the Chinese students want to take a shower, they pay 2 yuan! I heard that was the reason why not many Chinese students shower. . .

In terms of using the phone. I have to use a phone card each time I call out, but calling in is free. So I have to dial approximately 30 numbers before I even get to dialing the 8-11 digit local number! Those of you complaining about dialing 10-digit numbers, be ecstatic! If you live at your own place outside the dorms you get charged every out-going and in-going call. That's why people tend to SMS (instant message) each other using their cell phones. It's cheaper. But I refuse and have been able to abstain from purchasing a 1000 kuai cell.

Random Poetry

The Kung Fu movies are wrong,
So let me sing you this song,
I don't eat bamboo,
or sniff Chinese glue,
And haven't once here played ping-pong.

Just "Chill'n" in Beijing

Hey, I just found out another similarity between Beijing and Ottawa. The temperature! Of course I haven't been in Ottawa during the fall, but the temperature is already close to the frigid weather of winter in Ottawa. I sit in the classroom wearing three layers tops and two layers bottom with Thinsulator gloves, shivering. There are lots of people from Indonesia and the Philipines here and they all think I'm crazy.

You're Canadian. Why do you feel cold?

All Canadians feel cold. Its just that some are more prepared than others. (Guess which category I fit into?:)

*sigh* But it's true. Once you're away from a cold place for a while you lose the tolerance. I used to take long walks at night in shorts and tank tops in the dead of winter in Vancouver and portage through ice and sleet on my way to school. Other Vancouverites could only goggle at my courage while they weep in their thick coats, scarves, toques, and boots. PS. Americans and Australians call "toques" "beanies".

So why am I chillin' in Beijing? You see, all you privileged North American boys and girls, here in the Capital of China, universities, public housing and workplaces generally are not allowed to have heating until the middle of November! Tis true. I experience the true bliss of heat today a lunch when we dined at this fancy hotel. But needless to say, I get my fill of heat (aka. radiation) in the crowded yet "warm" computer room where computer spew fresh microchip-fibre-network air everywhere.

I hear the temperature is between 0-12 degrees here. What's it like in Vancouver?

News you get at home?

Please tell me what world news you have been getting in Canada! I heard about the bombings in the Island of Bali and in the Philippines. What is the Canadian take on this news and what do they focus on!!!

My Life In Korea

Anyong! I'm being slowly assimilated into Korean culture. Most people I meet (mostly local Beijingers) think I am Korean because I apparently look Korean. I don't get it. A few Koreans think so but most do not. It's very interesting. I asked my Korean classmate and she told me "you look 30% Korean and 70% Japanese." I went with my friend to buy a train ticket and ths man behind the counter pointed at me and said "you're Korean" I gasped in pure surprise and exclaimed "Wow! How did you guess? You are so smart!" He was v. proud of himself to say the least. Korean food is v. delicious and I'm learning important Korean words (hungry, eat, drink, beer, and of course and salient bad words) Who would have thunk I would experience Korea in China of all places!

Social Issues

Yup, I'm learning about social issues. But mostly about Korea. Korea is currently the economic mecca in Asian right now after the Asian business downspiral following 1997. Before, more Japanese could afford to come to learn Chinese in China, but now its the Koreans. Korea is now starting to open up the country to Japan. They restricted culture and products for a long time after the second world war because of war atrocities and now the impact is being felt all over. Korean and other cultures are starting to enter China as well. Korean movies is a huge market over here in Asia.

In addition to popular culture, Korea aspires to have the image of being a strong country and stresses that Koreans look beautiful as well. Thus, the infamous plastic surgery influx right after senior high school or university. Parents are known to give their children loads of cash to do the operation for widening eyes, creasing eyelids and transforming noses. My classmate told me that she knew this girl who did the operation and it looked great. She went with her principal and her 18 classmates to do the surgery and got a discounted group rate! With a more beautiful appearance, employers are most likely to hire workers. For women, especially, appearance comes before ability.

Technology

Phones, everybody has cell phones and they text message each other all the time. SMS. As for movies, there are no video tapes or beta. They're all obsolete because of the new and improved DVDs and VCDs. All pirated, I should add. They cost under $2 Canadian each. Illegal to sell but not to posess. The DVD players are souped up to be able to play all sorts of DVDS and VCD (regularly, Asian players, play Asian discs), but not these pirated ones. The discs have this tape that vendors can remove so they can also be played on any machine.

More Bargaining Antics

Guess what? I found out that you can bargain with tourist companies. We went on the Inner Mongolia tour with a whole bunch of people eating the same food and staying at the same places (a yurt one night, a 3 star hotel, the other). But people were paying different prices for it! It was ridiculous. I didn't even know I could do that. My classmate went to the same trip a month ago and she bargained, the overall price, the horse riding experience, etc. Even when the drivers asked them to pay money for gas, she bargained the gas money from $50 kuai down to $20!!! I felt v. ripped off. I'll know next time though. Only in China!

I heard that you can't bargain that much in other parts on Asia, Thailand you can a little and a little in Korea but bargaining to the extreme that you can buy a pair of shoes for 40 yuan from the starting price of 230 is ridiculous! Of course the vendors try to take advantage of you when they learn that you're a foreigner but once you start learning the ropes and knowing approximately how much things costs, you can go far, sista, oh so far.

Just Chillin- Inner Mongolia

Hello again from the land where a large bottle of draft beer costs less than a bottle of distilled water. Came back from a fun-filled 4 days in Inner Mongolia which is different from the Autonomous region of actual Mongolia. For all your Mutton and Stray Sheep lovers out there, sheep meat is a staple in that part of the county and we had it for nearly every meal everyday. Sheep hotpot, marinated sheep, fried sheep, skewered sheep, stewed sheep, sheep soup, sheep innards (bob-cued shrimp, shrimp n' potatas, shrimp bubba on a skewer. . .) No pork though cuz lots of Muslims. We also went to a few temples. Tibetan Buddhism is the main religion there.

I went with my Austalian friend, her American roommate and my LA friend I met on the plane here. I actually met a few Vancouverites on the tour and they were talking about all the nature and animals back at home I refused to talk to them on the trip because I would start missing home. My Australian friend Susan and American friend Mai and I adopted a Korean boy (Joon) and we became a family. Susan is his mom, Mai is his older sister and I'm his grandma. He just finished high school and is here in Beijing studying Chinese as well. His Chinese is better than all of ours of course

Grasslands and lov'n it

Yeah! Finally I was able to get some fresh air. Away from the city and pollution. Even though the grasslands area was freezing and all the grass have died, the sky was actually blue and millions of stars dotted the night. The cold reminded me of Ottawa minus-something wind chill. The land was relatively flat but undeveloped; the grassland (or bald land during this time of the year) stretched far out into the distance like the prairies (I've never been, but I'm using imagination). We rode on Mongolian ponies and stay in Mongolian yurts. They are like circus tents which get v. v. chilly in the eve. Good thing I have a trusty Canadian sleeping bag by my side. We had this potent 49% hard alcohol, a custom of the Mongolian people and saw a dance and musical performance. Things were a bit touristy with all the psuedo-costumes but we were braving the elements and that's all I cared about. we woke up to see the sunraise.

Although Inner Mongolia is just a 11 hour train ride from Beijing it's apparently north enough to see a special kind of sunrise (compared to Vancouver, anyway). The sun is blinding and because its so high north it pops up very quickly that is you were to turn your head for a few second you would have missed the moment.

Maltreatment of Animals

We went to the Gobi desert. We have to sit on a camel to get out far enough to see how the sand dunes and plains stretched far into the distance. NEVER RIDE CAMELS!!! We paid 60 kuai for an hour and I went on it even though I saw that they were being mistreated (But if I didn't go, I would have seen the vast landscape. . .). Never again will I go on camels that have wooden pegs pierced through their nose that are attached to ropes that the camel in front of then tug whenever they take a step. They wheeze with each step they take and are struck if they do not sit or stand up immediately.

The Mongolian ponies were also struck if they did not catch up with the rest of the group. Also, I refuse to go to the Beijing zoo even though I want to see the pandas and its supposedly a huge place. I've heard of animal confined in small small areas and monkeys that die in front of spectators, other monkeys cradle the dead one and mourn it. No workers cared or did anything.

A Note on Cabs and Transportation

There is a 2 tiered cab system here in Beijing. the 1.20 and the 1.60. 1.20 is cheaper because there is no A/C. You have to see where the antenna is located on the cab to distinguish them.

A big change happening in Beijing right now is that taxi drivers are being released from their cages. They had cages to around them to protect from violent passengers in the past but now, to have a more personable feel (probably to please foreigners in 2008), the cages are slowly being taken away.

The new line for the subway has newly opened. It's like a skytrain and I can take it directly to downtown. (I'm currently living in the psuedo boondocks now) Except I have to take three different trains. The Metro here is similar to Hong Kong except in Putonghua (Mandarin) instead of Cantonese. (OF COURSE)

My Language Update

Very frustrated at the moment. My Mandarin still sucks. I speak v. slowly and I don't completely understand what most people say to me 50% of the time. I wish I were better and that I can read lots more. *sigh*

Your Turn

What are the top news items in Canada and in Vancouver? I feel completely out of the loop. I heard that two weeks ago Wednesday, the US and England bombed Iraq. My Australian friend told me she saw it hidden between bigger articles in a Chinese paper. CRIKEY

Beijing = Ottawa

Okay, so there are no Clocktower or Rideau Canal or the famed reputation of being the 51st state, but the similarities really do exist! You see, they are both capital cities. But the real similarity are the people! Ottawa are full of co-op students who are not Ottawans and they are all very transient. Beijing is the same way! Many people come in from other cities of the country to go to university studying English and so forth. Then there are the ex-pats (foreigners, aka. lao wai) who come from abroad to study Chinese or work. For the studying types, most of them are from Korea, and then Japan and than overseas Chinese from North America and then, I've heard, non-Asian guys who want to get some. . . romantic times, shall we say.

Now for the working types, these are mostly overseas Chinese coming to the Motherland doing contract work or internships. These are the transient people I'm talking about and the community is tight. Its pretty small and people generally knows everybody else. I met a whole bunch last weekend and they are the newly graduated, don't want to get back to reality types. Why do I say that? Its because the pay is so much better than what fresh out of college employees generally get and the cost of living here in Beijing is super low! So the living is easy. People also teach English to earn extra RMBs, no challenge, not learning much from the job but you get paid $20CND/h!!! (remember you can get oily meal for $1CND)

No Grass Syndrome!

I had a panic attack last weekend. I was walking around the crowded area of Wang fu jing, a busy part of donwtown and everywhere I looked, there was concrete. I began to experience great pangs of terror that there was no grass in sight and people were and pavement were in place instead. It was very disturbing. Then I recovered and came to terms that I will live in this kind of environment for the next few months.

Food and Bargaining

All the peeps who have to been areas similar to Beijing will know what I'm talking about. All the food stalls are selling exotic foods (translation, things you usually see crawling through grasslands and mouldy walls at night on skewers). Hard shells and 6 unchewable legs? No challenge. The secret? Deep-fry 'em. I saw silkworms, grasshoppers and read somewhere that there are sparrows on skewers too if you're lucky. I didn't have the good fortune or appetite to try either. I went to have Shanghai wonton and a guy was eating donkey wontons. I refused. (Although I remember watching the graceful performance of snake slitting at Snake Alley in Taiwan a few years back and having venom/blood shooters.)

The food servings here are huge. Unfortunately, I have the mentality that I can't waste anything so I'm currently eating what can usually feed a family of five back in Canada for every meal. Am going up 5 sizes as I type. . . Note to self: Must starve for one month before returning home.

Bargaining is not new things but its gets so tiring. I mean after walking through the cheap stalls on the alleyways, I'm tempted to walk into a McDonalds and try to bargain for a $1 kuai fry. They totally try to rip foreigners off all the time. Sometimes you have to do the full walk away, hoping they will plead for you to come back and give you a better deal. You have to talk your head off trying to get a good deal and when you finally walk away with the good you always think you get get a better deal.

For example, I got a polo shirt (yes, its the pirated copy, but not as bad as DYNK). The guy always shows you his calculator. "98 kuai". I gasp and say "of course not" "What price are you willing to pay" "20" "no, i can't. 85." "no, its obviously not worth that much!" "whats the highest you'll go?" "25" "okay, 70?" "no" etc. . .etc I walk away with my 30 kuai shirt. Maybe next time I'll pay a local 5 kuai to bargain a 20 kuai shirt for me.

Washrooms and Showers

Holes in ground sometimes, have to pay to use them sometimes. My dorm has a Chinese shower, meaning the shower is cramped in the small washroom. Sprays everywhere and toilet area will dry only after many hours of bladder agony.

Next week is National Week. I get a few days off but I had classes today (Sat), tomorrow and Monday! I'm heading off to Inner Mongolia next week. Will tell more later.

Wo shi Jianadaren! (I am Canadian)

I started classes this week and I'm the only Canadian in my class. I've met three other Canadians; two only briefly. The teacher was using the phrase meaning "only second to" and was discussing the size of countries. She told the class that Russia was the largest country and the second was perhaps USA or Canada. There I was, reclined in my chair, with my MEC pants and Canadian $10 bill in my wallet, wanting to blend in so I wouldn't be called on. Once I heard what she said, I almost side-thrust kicked the American sitting quietly next to me. "Bu shi! (no, it isn't)" I retorted, I explained to her that is was quite obvious that Canada was the bigger country in my poor Mandarin. She flashed me a patient smile and told me, since I was so passionate, that I should then use the new phrase and answer her question.

Zixingche (bike)

Two days ago, I bought a bike! It was very exciting. But its new cuz everywhere I looked, nobody was selling old second-hand ones. I think people will steal it. My LA friend bought hers on the same day and it was stolen the next day! (even though she purposely dented it and painted it unaesthetic colours.) Both our bikes are new but in a shade of an unattractive camoflauge dark blue. I haven't really used it though. I just want to have a bike. It was 140RMB with no gears. Its so flat here, I'm beginning to find it hard to believe that the earth is round.

Watashi-wa Canada-jin desu. (I am Canadian)
Nanun Canada saram imida. (I am Canadian)

Yes, I'm beginning to pick up Japanese and Korean a little. People want to learn Cantonese from me. It's very amusing. I started to talk to a few Americans and found that I couldn't speak English properly as I was using 4-year-old Mandarin with my roommate and non-English speaking friends so much. I had no vocabularly anymore and it was hard speaking English again! Another thing I noticed is that I truly am an "undercover sista". People don't pay any attention to me when I'm out on the street, but when I'm with my Vancouver friend and we start speaking in English, everybody turns abruptly and stares at us! When that happens, I start to count aloud to ten in Mandarin. (I don't think that works though. . .)

Yiheyuan/Chang Cheng

Went to the Great Wall (a part of it called Mutianyu) and it was so hot that day. Quite steep, lots of stairs. But it was impressive. As most parts of the wall are closed to visitors, there are only a few sites people can actually go see. I heard there is a section that is a bit hardcore, for all those hardcore peeps out there, crumbling and difficult terrain that I aspire to visit during this stay in China.

Also went to Yi HeYuan (Summer Palace) which is huge and beautiful. Nothing like Stanley Park. All the lakes and water areas are man-made but you need to ride on slow boats to get across some areas, vast magnificent buildings, carvings. Unfortunately, I forgot my camera that day, I heard it's bikeable so I will attempt that soon with my camera next time.

Beijing Yin Yue (music)

I went to a live music show last weekend. It was a local rock/Chinese fusion all-male band: dummer, vocalist/acoustic guitar, electric guitar, bass, Chinese instrumentalist. The Chinese instrumentalist was playing Tibetan trumpets, pipes and other wind instruments which contrasted greatly with the rock feel. The lead singer had make-up on and wore a qipao (Chinese formal dress). His long straight hair was combed neatly and flowed past his shoulders. They sang in Chinese about political and social issues. I don't understand exactly what they were singing about though. I was told that they were singing about Bush and bin laden. I was highly impressed. The name of the group is Secondhand Rose.

This weekend is Mid-Autumn Festival. Have a great one and don't eat too many Yuebing (mooncakes)!

P.S. There are no Internet cafes (legal ones anyway) here in Beijing. There was a terrible fire back in June so I've been waiting in line at the campus computer room. Around an hour's wait but cheap 2RMB/hr.

I have arrived!

The air is not as polluted as I imagined. I'm reminded of Hong Kong and Taiwan because those are the only Asian urban centres that I've been in. The air reminds me of Hong Kong but then again, I haven't been outside the university grounds yet (other than the airport which is another story in itself).

Met 2 people my age before I took off from Vancouver. One is an SFU communications grad I recognized and another from Beijing, new graduate from Yale. SFUer is interning at this UN office and LA girl is taking Chinese language program at a nearby university. I ended up sharing a cab with her. The airport was crazy! Once we got in, these hagglers came to woo us to their taxis. One bought me a phone card which I refused, another tried pushing my cart and I also refused. I was so skeptical, but ended up going with this woman who took at to this parking lot. It was so weird. V. agressive. Cab drivers are very scary but they never seem to end up in accidents. (I had forgotten these idiosyncracies from HK and Taiwan.)

My roommate is from Korea. 90% of the residents in my building are from Korea so I know exactly what Jeanette feels like at work everyday. I like is cuz my roommate doesn't really speak English or Chinese and we are both trying to improve on Chinese to communicate with each other. We hang out with two other Korean girls and a Japanese girl who speak hanyu (Mandarin) v. well and that's what we communicate in. I have to say, the local food here is really bad. I had stomach aches after my first meal (dinner) after flying in and I could only eat a third of it. The portions are huge and the price is 4 kuai (Chinese dollar/RMB) for the dish and rice. The conversion is approximately $1CDN to $5.5 RMB. We ended up just eating Korean food yesterday. SOOper good. v. yummy.

Classes start tomorrow. Later today will take placement test. Will visit the city this weekend and also The Great Wall.

Beware the Great Fire Wall of China

Random Pre-departure Thoughts

There are 2 million people in Vancouver and 12 million in Beijing. I need my space and I never realised how lucky we are to have this choice to be with people or to be alone. I'm sure in Asia nobody has much of a choice once they step out of the house. And even in the house, they might be crammed in. Having the choice to be independent and individualistic is so decadent. Anthropologists and psychologists talk about other collectivistic cultures all the time and I'm starting to understand why they are like that. It's not necessarily all about culture, but more like they don't have a choice. Another point for population control. . .

Panic attacks: 2 (just thinking about no space)
Times checked email: Less than 20... (email server is up again)

It's actually happening. I went out buying stuff today for the extended trip and I'm actually going. Feeling a bit intimidated like before I got to Taiwan. It's another country and culture afterall. Although I was sure I would be fine before. I will be. People told me China was their hardest trip, harder than West Africa, harder than the Middle East because of the language. The written language in those places have English or French alongside and China apparently does not. I wonder how far my Chinese can take me. No biggie, other people going to Japan and France in September and they'll be fine with language.

Backpacking stores visited: 9 (v. tired, no more, please!)
Times checked email: 1 (YES!!! v. v. good!)

Question of the day

Would you date yourself if you could clone yourself (either same/opposite sex)? Would you recognize how similar you would be to this clone? Would others? V. thought-provoking indeed.

Caffeine units: 3 (now running low from morning coffee and h. kisses)
Hunger pangs: once every 6 minutes (have to fill hollow leg, meanwhile will do breathing method)
Times checked email: err. . .ummm. . . (I'll stop checking it!!! I promise.)

Happy Monday! Yes, in exactly 3 weeks from today I will be on board Air Canada sitting through a 15 hour flight. Fun? I don't know, I just hope there are no tantrum kids next to me sparring with me to go to the washroom every five minutes. I can just see it, their arms akimbo, gallavanting along the aisles and yelling "I want McDonald's NOW!!!" while I sit there, seat gripping.

My aunts are scared for me when I go away. I found out why.

"You have to be careful in China."

"I will."

"No, you can't just listen to people there. They are not trustworthy like people here."

"What? I think you're overgeneralising. I mean-"

"Don't believe things people say."

"Umm-okay."

"I'll tell you why. You're going to meet a guy there-"

"Huh?"

"-and he will want to be with you but don't, okay? Because he just wants to come to Canada."

"Oh."

Caffeine units: 0 (had rasberry herbal tea, however, am in need of coffee)
Callouses on fingers: 6 units (am forming another as i type and think of guitar)
Times checked email: too many to count (v. v. bad! control!)

August is half over!? I'm really not panicky. Don't know too much of what to expect come September but thus is the life of an adventurer, right?

But maybe that is the endearing procrastinating indiosyncracy of mine. I mean I've got the passport, visa, vaccination already. Just need to know about health insurance and what to do with Mao's heads (RMBs) once I get there. V. exciting. Perhaps will start writing like B. Jones.

Alcohol units: none yet
Debauchery level: 5 units (without alcohol. . .v. scary)
Times checked email: 3 times (at 9:35am. . .good, but can improve)

After my career of a techno-geek reaches a pinnacle, I plan to retire and move on to higher and better things in life: I will enroll myself as a Raging Granny. I'll be singing socially conscious songs to the melody of catchy showtunes with the likes of "The Sound of Music", "The Rocky Horror Picture Show", and "Grease".

And to add to the slew of sideshows I've been attending this cultural summer, I will be attending the free and exciting Tempest at an outdoor venue near you. Adios!

I have concluded that I am already on the way to techno-saavyhood by having this web log thingamajig/whatchamacallits (hey, vocab will soon follow. . . hopefully. . .).

The biggest fear I have is to get ripped off while I'm abroad because of all the horror stories that I have been hearing about. I was in my very own city yesterday and I was ripped off. Sometimes, I don't even know when somebody wants me to hear their real-life heart-wrenching story or when they are telling me lies to swindle a bus ticket. Anyway, I always tend to end up giving them something. Yesterday it was a looney. I could have bought 2 samosa's for that amount of $! The man who was standing next to me was asked for the second portion of the "bus fare" but he refused to give the guy anything. He turned to me after the guy left and said "The guy probably makes more money in a day than either of us." I have to agree but it was too late.

You'd think I would have learned after the Gordon incident. This happened last year when this guy with a pamphlet with a list of organizations for street youths came up to my friend and me and asked for donations (actually, he specifically asked for 8/10 bucks each) and we ended up giving him $5 each. Turns out he was a scam! At the time, we asked him if we could keep one of the pamphlets and he refused! (obviously, he still needed his props for future scammings or wanted to avoid evidence of his schemes if we attempted to turn him in) This sad but true didactic tale tells me that I need to quickly register and attend one of those meetings for seniors who are always getting ripped off these days.

Exactly one more month till I arrive in China. . .not panicky but I feel I should be. Still have to find out about logistics to make it seem like a reality I guess.

I feel like Daniel from Microserfs by Douglas Coupland. Not the fact that he is a "thin fat person" but it's SUCH an awfully good book. V. amusing, but sadly I only have a couple more chapters to go. I think I should write the entries like he does, typing words at random and making random entries just words without vowels or consonants. The book has inspired me to persue a new career: one of a techno geek! haha. Not a techno saavyist by trade, I believe I can train hard and find all that potential computer knowledge deeply engrained within absent or else very hidden cortex muscles. So much for my previous dream of becoming a luddite living in recluse!!!

Was asked what I wanted to do before I leave Vancouver. Don't know. I'm so happy this summer already. Vancouver is definitely the best city by far! Do and do not know why I am leaving all at the same time. . .

W s sk d wh t w nt d t d b f r l v V nc v r.
a a e a I a e o o e o e I ea e a ou e .
hee hee :)

PRE-LEAVING COUNTRY CAMPING TRIP
SALTSPRING ISLAND, BC.

Camping for the past three days really opened my eyes to how much we take things for granted as urbanites. We've been spoiled rotten in the city with all its extravagent conveniences.

But being on Saltspring itself showed me something that transcends all the mundane chores I speak of. It was even beyond the feel-good swim we had on the lake and all the arbutus trees we encountered on our hike. I experienced an incredible feeling of community on this laid-back Gulf island. Maybe it has to do with the stereotype I have of this place even before I stepped foot on it: hippies abound with their locally made currency that keeps the money in the community. To be honest, I believe it has more to do with the individual people we met this long weekend.

Our tent neighbours, the Vancouver family with two little boys who adored guitar serenades were friendly and wonderful. The Saturday Ganges community market with its foods, local arts and crafts was so involving with its many food samples (Mmm. . .jams, jams, jams, cheese, flavoured dough) and sundry foods to purchase and eat (blueberry/peach pie, popcicle juicy). On our hike around the southern part, we came across a stand that sold lemonade, cookies, dried flowers and garlic with just a lone box for the money! I've never seen anything so trusting in my life. Looking at this through urban eyes, from a place where nobody would leave their doors unlocked, bikes unchained even for a mere fraction of a second, I feared for local and international punks who would try to steal the chocolate chip goodies. Similar unsupervised stalls apparently exist in Victoria as well.

Our last evening on Saltspring was a community event in itself. At the local Ganges park, a group of hand drummers from Vancouver, Victoria and other parts were jamming and chanting while we practiced martial arts on the grass against the bright orange sun that was lowering itself in the sky. A guy from Victoria knew the katas I was practicing and did some with us. One of the older drummer had made yummy stone soup (lots and lots of vegetable in a stew, sans stone I hope. . .) and gave us a free dinner with bread. In appreciation, we sang him a song we wrote (revised from Fiddler on the Roof). It was too bad that they were on the same campsite that we were staying at for that night. Would have been fun if could continue jamming with them into the night. We danced around the drummers until it was time to go and catch the ferry home.

*NOTE: I'm a bit worried after reading an email from my friend who is now working in Bangladesh. She's getting homesick for things Western, sick for Canadian things. I only hope I will meet similar characters like the ones we met on Saltspring in China and that I will never take anything for granted. We are only here at this place and this time of our lives now. Live it a full one.

So this is my first attempt at web logging. All this without the wizardry of Dreamweaver of FrontPage. I have to say journaling on the web does not come without challenges. My first one was trying to think up a web address that wasn't taken by other people. Being a "freespirit", a "dreamer" or an "idealist" has become incredibly conventional as I have learned quickly. And yes, disappointed fans, if you can believe this, the address "yellowfever" is already taken! Boo. . .

Soulshine is from one of Michael Franti's song. Enlighten up and give your soul a shine. Much love from an undercover sister.

Now what I have to do till September 9 is wait for my big adventure and I can start chronicling my life in exotic China