tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352263122024-02-19T17:22:34.526+08:00Dig A Hole to ChinaAn American twentysomething living, working, & playing in ChinaJennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644502358576592254noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35226312.post-11511075368311396282009-12-18T21:16:00.000+08:002009-12-18T21:16:32.014+08:00I really wasn't kidding when I referred to a 5-year old's dance recitalAs a visual reference to my post on what an <a href="http://digaholetochina.blogspot.com/2009/12/talent-shows-chinese-style.html">ad-hoc Chinese talent show</a> would entail, I managed to dig up a photo that pretty much sums it all. Thanks, "Little Wang" and "Little Tang," for making good use of my camera. And yes, that is a heart the two "dancers" in the front are making with their arms.<br />
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</div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644502358576592254noreply@blogger.com0Tongjiang, Bazhong, Sichuan, China31.91185 107.24499131.328978000000003 106.311153 32.494722 108.178829tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35226312.post-65981719280832941582009-12-18T14:49:00.002+08:002009-12-18T20:59:19.751+08:00So fresh and so clean, cleanReason #5,927,253 why I am sometimes completely baffled by my Chinese colleagues and roommates: They brush their teeth before breakfast. And not in the "I am leaving to go to work and am planning to stop and get coffee en route, so I am going to brush my teeth before I leave the house" kind of way. Rather, the insistence on brushing one's teeth before breakfast is to such an extreme extent that as I sat down to have a bowl of spicy noodle soup with my roommates for breakfast this morning, one of them--right before taking a bite--jumped up, said '"Oh! I have to brush my teeth," then ran off to the bathroom. Umm, ok, 1)if OJ tastes disgusting after brushing teeth, there is no way that spicy food doesn't taste rank (even Tom's of Maine doesn't make mint-chili pepper flavor), and 2)YOUR TEETH ARE GOING TO BE DIRTY AGAIN AFTER YOU EAT, thus defeating the purpose of brushing them in the first place.<br />
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Their reason for doing so was that "Chinese people brush their teeth before eating." Right. I figured that out already. Since I default to "foreigners have different habits" on a near-daily basis as a means for explaining my apparently puzzling behavior, however, I just nodded and let it slide.Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644502358576592254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35226312.post-48697925024390055652009-12-13T22:36:00.003+08:002009-12-18T21:19:18.910+08:00Let's Learn English!The director of my NGO loves to learn, then incessantly repeat, super random English words and phrases. Yesterday it was "Mercedes Benz." Last week, when we were out in the countryside doing fieldwork, it was the following:<br />
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Last night, at the conclusion of the training seminar, there was a "talent show," which proved to be far more entertaining to me than any of the hours-long info sessions in Chinese that I attended. I honestly felt like I was at a 6 year old's birthday party. First of all, anything anyone did was basically terrible--at least 5 people went up in front of everyone, sang in an awful voice, forgot the lyrics after about 8 lines, and promptly laughed and went back to his or her seat. If the performers didn't sing, they instead did a dance which largely resembled something I might have done in a dance recital when I was 5. Second, everyone there would literally drag individuals up to the front of the room and force them to "perform," despite their protests. Once up there, however, the performer would get into it and everyone in the audience would clap and sing loudly along with them. Finally, I, of course, was made to perform because 90% of the people there had never interacted with an actual foreigner before and wanted me to do something in English. My colleague actually suggested I give them a proper, native-English-speaker rendition of the ABCs. I am not even kidding. Instead, I went up there and was like "OK, I picked a song that I think some of you may know the words to and can sing along with me." And then I sung Happy Birthday. Thus making it seem even more like a birthday party for my 4 year old nephew.<br />
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All in all, however, it was good for a laugh and did make me appreciate that Chinese people love any opportunity to get together with friends, and don't need any music, alcoholic drinks (though they love those too), or fancy venues to have a good time.Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644502358576592254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35226312.post-7471148917301381072009-12-13T16:14:00.004+08:002009-12-18T21:19:46.031+08:00The Asian Dennis The Menace?My colleague's hair looks like this every.single.day.<br />
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1. Sun Guo Chun (孙国春) is one of the farmers who received aid funds through our “Especially Impoverished Farmer” aid program. Sun Guo Chun lives in HuaXi township, Village #8, District #3. At 54 years of age, Guo Sun Chun is unable to work and earn money due to an injury he suffered in 1997: while working to break apart boulders for use in construction, road repair, etc., a large rock landed on him and the pressure broke his right leg. His leg did not heal properly and still gives him trouble when he does hard labor. His wife, 54 years of age, also suffers from health problems—she has uterine fibroids that cause her pain and discomfort, yet she cannot afford to seek a medical solution to the problem. Sun Guo Chen and his wife have one son and one daughter, though the daughter has already divorced and her ex-husband left her with their mute son. While Sun Guo Chun’s grandson can understand those who talk to him, he cannot speak and thus requires extra care. Finally, Sun Guo Chun’s son left the countryside to seek paid work in Guangzhou province, but has not returned home in over two years.<br />
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2. Li Dong Yun (李东远) is a farmer who received funds through the “Especially Impoverished Farmer” aid program. He lives in HuaXi township, Village #8, District #3. Li Dong Yun is 51 years of age and his been living by himself for over three years, since his wife became ill and passed away in 2006. He looks after himself, but his high blood pressure and poor vision prevent him from partaking in any income-generating activities. As a result, he lives in a very tiny and dilapidated home with large cracks and holes in the crumbling structure. His home only has a small bed, a table, and a couple other personal belongings as he cannot afford to buy anything. He has one son who is 28 years old and does paid labor in Zhejiang province, however it has been a few years since his son was last in touch with his father.<br />
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3. Ji Chang Long (纪昌龙) is a rural peasant living in HuaXi Township, Village #9, District #4 who has received money from the “Especially Impoverished Farmer” aid program that we conducted with China Foundation for Poverty Alleviation. At 47 years of age, Ji Chang Long lives by himself in a single room that is part of a courtyard dwelling shared with several other families. His room has only a bed and small table for his belongings, and has a gaping hole in one of the walls that he cannot afford to repair. This damage to his home will prove to be a huge burden during the cold winter months as the inside will be fully exposed to the elements. Furthermore, it is nearly impossible for Ji Chang Long to find any form of paid labor, as he suffers from slight mental disabilities. In 1990 he went to Beijing to seek work in construction, yet was swindled out of all his money by someone who accompanied him in seeking employment. Later, while in Beijing, he fainted and passed out at work, causing further damage to his mental awareness. While he can still cook food and generally look after himself, his brother often assists him as the only way to financially support himself is by collecting garbage.Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644502358576592254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35226312.post-42887785625928066332009-12-07T22:44:00.002+08:002009-12-13T16:57:51.899+08:00More Chinese than Yao MingI finally succumbed to the peer pressure of my peers and now have <a href="http://www.qq.com/">QQ</a>, the Chinese equivalent of AIM or Gchat which everyone and their Chinese grandmother has. This might actually qualify me for citizenship.Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644502358576592254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35226312.post-31723466494731882812009-11-23T17:36:00.002+08:002009-12-18T20:57:56.630+08:00Images of Rural China<div style="text-align: center;">A few photos I managed to snap while doing fieldwork last week:<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i>Images of Chairman Mao still preside over many rural homes</i> <br />
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</div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644502358576592254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35226312.post-33985891060202843902009-11-23T17:25:00.001+08:002009-12-18T20:58:24.845+08:00Rural Poverty IssuesAs I've described in <a href="http://digaholetochina.blogspot.com/2009/11/fieldwork.html">previous posts</a>, one of the main fieldwork projects I've been involved in at the NGO where I work has been one in which we're giving out cash grants to a number of particularly impoverished rural farmers, with funding we received from the China Foundation for Poverty Alleviation. We've distributed money to 120 out of the total 300 households that will receive the grants, and met with local village leaders a couple weeks ago to receive nominations for the remaining 180 recipients. <br />
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This past week, we returned to the countryside once again to conduct home inspections of the remaining 180 nominated recipients. Because money tends to be scarce for almost everyone in the countryside, my colleagues want to ensure that we are giving the funds to those who need it most and that the nominees weren't recommended because they happen to be a friend or family member of the leader who nominated them, or because the parameters of the project weren't clear to those making the nominations. We visit every home, look around the inside and take photos for later reference, talk to the resident to get a better understanding of his or her circumstances, and generally evaluate whether or not we agree that the person's situation is particularly difficult or impoverished. <br />
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The home visits, while exhausting (I actually contemplating crying and refusing to work one damp, snowy day because I thought I might actually freeze to death), have been insightful and have shed tremendous light on some common situations in rural China. The most prevalent phenomenon, by far, has been that of family members leaving their home to seek work in some of China's larger cities, as there is no way to earn an income from rural subsistence farming. While I was familiar with the sight of migrant construction workers toiling away on Beijing's highrise buildings, or the inflection of restaurant staff whose spoken Mandarin hinted at simple origins in a distant province, I was never fully aware of the extent to which this phenomenon occurs. In every single household we visited, the majority of the working-age family members (those over 18 years of age up to those who were not yet grandparents--roughly in their 50s) had left the countryside to seek work in other cities and provinces. Guangdong and Xinjiang provinces were particularly popular markets for their manufacturing and coal mining industries, respectively. Still others had headed for Beijing, Zhejiang Province, and Shenzhen, to seek construction work, restaurant work, or a host of other odd-jobs. The workers send monthly remittances back to their family members in the countryside, allowing for a cash flow into rural households. However, it also leads to a situation in which many children are raised by their grandparents and only see their parents once annually, at the Chinese New Year holiday. Spouses who work in different cities will also often rarely see each other; in extreme cases, some may even leave their families and never return home--a few households shared stories of parents who had left behind a sick or disabled child, who had met another partner while working in the city and divorced their spouse, or who had simply left to work in the city, never to be heard from again.Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644502358576592254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35226312.post-4268860557713909722009-11-23T14:56:00.004+08:002009-12-18T21:00:25.458+08:00Photo of The Day: Futher Proof That Chinese People Might Actually Be InsaneThe NGO director's wife, cooking our daily family-style lunch at the office. God forbid we close that large window behind her in the kitchen when it's cold enough to snow outside. Wearing 18 layers of clothing and a winter jacket makes so much more sense.<br />
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</div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644502358576592254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35226312.post-67083962261235421292009-11-16T17:09:00.004+08:002009-12-18T20:59:51.245+08:00Why Feng Shui is ruining my lifeYes, I know, we all like to think of Feng Shui as a trendy <a href="http://fengshui.about.com/od/childrenfamily/qt/happyhome.htm">interior design concept</a>, but its literal meaning--wind and water--generally refers to the balance of elements in nature, the laws of Heaven and Earth, and the flow of "Qi," or energy, in Ancient Chinese astronomy and philosophy. What this apparently translates into in contemporary China is a need to constantly have a flow of air & "qi" running through your home, so as not to feel stuffy. So, despite the fact that it is drizzling rain and 42 degrees outside today, half the windows and both of the doors to the office are wide open. As my colleague informed me "it's not healthy to have all the windows closed because then it will be stuffy and you can get sick." Because I'm certainly not going to get sick from sitting at my desk in a damp, frigid room all day.<br />
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"Then the air will be bad."<br />
"Really? In the US, I always find that the heater makes the room a bit warmer if we close the windows."<br />
"Chinese space heaters are different. You need to have the windows open." <br />
"It seems pretty similar. Do you want to try?"<br />
"No. These are different. It will be too stuffy."<br />
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Apparently they know all about the differences between American and Chinese space heaters. Not only can you marginally warm up if you sit right next to a Chinese space heater, but you can also put legs on it, and use it to cook & eat your lunch. Don't believe me?<br />
Exhibit A - family-style lunch at the office:<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Note the open window immediately behind us, as everyone is bundled up in winter jackets. genius.<br />
</div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644502358576592254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35226312.post-12890826887255020292009-11-12T14:57:00.005+08:002009-12-18T21:06:26.183+08:00Local DialectLast week entailed another long trip to the countryside and many hours of meetings conducted entirely in the local Sichuan dialect--the meetings are particularly brutal for me because I understand about 15-30% of spoken Sichuan dialect, depending on how familiar I am with the subject matter at hand. However, because DaBa (and, admittedly, just about any Chinese NGO) love the "face" and credibility they gain by having a foreigner working with them, I am unfortunately dragged along to attend every meeting. I generally sit there absentmindedly thumbing through my pocket Chinese-English dictionary and trying to avoid lung cancer & TB while the locals furiously chain smoke and spit all over the floor as they discuss who in their village should be nominated for the aid grants we are allocating. When the appropriate time arrives--my boss's mention of the fact that the "foreign friend" will be personally inspecting all the nominated households as an unbiased 3rd-party reviewer--I pull myself together and say that if we find that some households are above average and possess such items as a refrigerator, they will most certainly be eliminated from our list and will not receive the money that is intended for "especially impoverished" farmers. This statement is usually followed by them telling me my Mandarin is better than theirs, inquiring how much a plane ticket to the US costs, and asking me if I've gotten used to eating Chinese food. After the meeting finally concludes, we all sit down to a meal together in which copious amounts of warm beer and Chinese rice liquor are consumed, and I am forced to "gan bei" (the Chinese way of saying "cheers," though it literally means "dry your glass," and they really do make you finish all the beer in your mouthwash-cup-sized glass each time) with every <strike>Tom, Dick, & Harry</strike> Zhang, Li, & Wang in the village. Fortunately 4 years of college in the US trained my liver to be able to handle about twice what the average Chinese male can, so everyone is always super impressed with the "foreign friend."<br />
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Here is a fun countryside game for you: Which person in the below picture doesn't belong?<br />
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</div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644502358576592254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35226312.post-13763260482086159352009-11-11T09:50:00.000+08:002009-11-11T09:50:43.260+08:00"Nate! Kasya needs another laxative!"This post is a special shout out to my <a href="http://goputney.com/Global%20Action/Cambodia/Cambodia_Frame.htm">Putney Student Travel group</a> this past summer. My bathroom for the duration of my stay in Tonjiang (note that this space is also my shower and my laundry room):<br />
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</div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644502358576592254noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35226312.post-42300652154788034982009-11-10T15:43:00.006+08:002009-12-18T20:58:58.116+08:00The Other White MeatI neglected to mention that, as part of the <a href="http://digaholetochina.blogspot.com/2009/11/60th-anniversary-or-20th.html">countryside celebrations of the Chinese National Day holiday</a>, I also had the distinct pleasure of witnessing the slaughter of a live pig. By hand. No big deal. <a href="http://www.theotherwhitemeat.com/">Tastes like chicken?</a><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i>Step 1: pig is weighed</i><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i>Step 3: I just couldn't bring myself to witness the slitting of the throat, but here's the aftermath. Compare the metal bowl in this photo vs. in the previous one...</i> <i>Also, note the cigs hanging from everyone's mouth as they wrestle the animal to the ground with blood-covered hands. Ballers.</i><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i>Step 4: Soaking the dead pig in a vat of hot water before skinning it</i><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Step 6: </i><a href="http://bacolicio.us/http://digaholetochina.blogspot.com/2009/11/other-white-meat.html">dinner.</a></span><br />
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</div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644502358576592254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35226312.post-55293239678442199552009-11-10T11:36:00.003+08:002009-12-18T21:01:18.374+08:00Excedrin, anyone?The director of the NGO where I work had a headache the other day, and was taking what seemed to be a rather large dose (12 pills, 3xday!) of small black gel-caps to alleviate the pain. Fortunately, the indications were written on the package in English, so I don't even have to translate for you:<br />
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"Action & Indications:<br />
To dispel wind-evil and releasing stagnated lung energy, clear away heat and toxicity, relieve nasal obstruction to stop pain. Treated for nasal obstruction, sinusitis with purulent discharge, unfree orifices, smell badly, headache and eyebrow bone pain."Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644502358576592254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35226312.post-18578075409463935482009-11-09T14:45:00.011+08:002009-12-18T21:08:09.116+08:00A break from Mainland China...followed by a rapid re-indoctrinationBecause the number of Chinese tourist visas in my passport always makes me a bit nervous when applying for yet another visa, I generally take whatever the Chinese Embassy will give me; this time around, I am required to leave & re-enter the country every 60 days. I was originally annoyed at the prospect, but it has turned into a blessing in disguise as I now have the perfect excuse to head to Hong Kong every two months. Coming from the countryside and setting foot in a Hong Kong grocery store is probably on par with a freshly-minted-fake-ID-carrying minor setting foot in a liquor store. Peanut butter! Snickers bars! CHEESE!! Heaven. I also conveniently schedule my HK sojourn around an <a href="http://portal.hkupa.com/tournament/panasia_2009">ultimate frisbee tournament</a>, so I joined forces with some <a href="http://www.shanghai-ultimate.com/">friends from Shanghai</a> and got to play ultimate all weekend - and we won! <br />
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My return to mainland China and Tongjiang, however, was not as successful. After missing my departing flight on Sunday evening, no thanks to Air China's <strike>customer service-oriented</strike> miserably unhelpful staff, I spent the night at an airport hotel and was able to get on a flight the following morning. Obviously, this flight was delayed an hour, but my originally scheduled flight the preceding evening was right on time. Spent most of Monday recovering in Chendgu by eating and watching pirated DVDs before my favorite part of the journey on Tuesday: the 8+ hour public bus ride from Chengdu to Tongjiang.<br />
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Over the past 3.5 years in Asia, I have developed a personal theory that Asians in general--and <a href="http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/8216144?tool=bestpractice.bmj.com">Chinese in particular</a>--are <a href="http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/16313141">more prone to suffer from motion sickness</a> than Caucasians. Countless flights in which people around me have made use of the "barf bags" was the seed that started my theory, and the trips I have made back and forth along the windy roads between Tongjiang and Chengdu have only given me further evidence. Little did I understand the ironic foreshadowing of the following day's bus ride when I hopped on <a href="http://www.nciku.com/">my favorite online Chinese dictionary</a> and Monday's example said "Try 'carsickness,' 'yunche,' or ‘晕车.' " <br />
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The first 3 hours of the trip were relatively puke-free. Furthermore, because I had learned my lesson the hard way on my first Tongjiang-->Chengdu trip, I had my trusty iPod in tow and could throw on the headphones and blast the music in the event that I wanted to mask the sounds of proximate booting. After our mid-day lunch stop, however, the regurgitation of instant noodles began...right next to me. The sweet middle-aged woman next me grabbed the black plastic bag that is apparently standard issue on every bus ride and started going at it. I cranked up the volume, looked out the window at the scenery, and managed to take my mind elsewhere until she was better. An hour later, however, she was at it again with barf bag #2. This time however, rather than leaning into the aisle of the bus, she decided that my leg looked like a comfortable arm rest and used it to prop herself up as she doubled over and vomited into the bag. All I could do was cringe, hold my breath, and question my decision to wear flip flops as I prayed the flimsy bag didn't break. Several hours and three more plastic bags later (total: 5 bags of puke), we were nearly to Tongjiang; the bus stopped for a bathroom break and my neighbor got off to get some fresh air. <br />
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At this point, I figured I had seen the worst of it and went back to reading while waiting for everyone to re-board for the last hour of the trip. No such luck, however. I glanced up from my book to see the grandmother across the aisle from me readying her grandson's <a href="http://www.beijing-kids.com/blog/beijingkids/2009/07/17/In-Defense-of-the-Diaperless">traditional split-seam pants</a> for him to actually urinate IN THE AISLE OF THE BUS. Right at her feet. WHILE THE BUS WAS STOPPED FOR A BATHROOM BREAK. And she was in the third row, approximately 10 feet from the door. And the trashcan was about 2 feet from her, if she really couldn't be bothered to take him outside to go on the ground. Unreal.Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644502358576592254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35226312.post-49952624871301937582009-11-09T14:25:00.005+08:002009-12-18T21:03:40.694+08:00FieldworkThe field project I've been most involved with since I've been here is one in which we're giving aid grants to "especially impoverished" farmers who are struggling to make ends meet at home while their family members have left to seek work in China's major cities. Those living in China's rural areas are nearly all subsistence farmers, so there are extremely few opportunities to earn actual cash in the countryside, and many farmers head to China's industrial zones to seek work in manufacturing plants, construction projects, or coal mining. This project is essentially an aid project, in which 300 households that meet the parameters Daba and the CFPA have set out for the project will each receive RMB3,000 (about USD 280). <br />
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While I personally don't find the project to be very sustainable because of its one-off nature, there is still a desperate need in many cases for a lump sum of cash, and the hope is that this aid grant will be used towards pressing medical fees, home improvements (especially those that suffered <a href="http://www.chinaview.cn/08quake/">earthquake damage</a> last year but did not qualify for government aid) or other critical expenses. The process by which we decide who is to receive the grants has been particularly interesting to me. We are doling out the cash to households in 8 different village communities, and we start by meeting with the local, government-appointed communist party officials in the villages. After we explain the parameters of the project, these officials then nominate households within their jurisdiction whom they think qualify for the funds. Obviously, this brings up some concerns--most notably the fact the the party officials would be inclined to nominate friends of family members while neglecting to nominate anyone who had done something in the past to upset the village government. We do, however, follow up and inspect every house and interview every villager nominated to ensure that the funds go to those most in need. While I still think there is a chance that some villagers who deserved the money could have been neglected, we managed to eliminate some gratuitous nominations on our first inspection trip--a few nominees with sturdy, 2-story houses, new bathrooms with running water, and refrigerators & large new TVs (something I don't even have in the city!) were quickly knocked off our list. Not surprisingly, these were often the homes of either family members of local officials or, in some cases, the officials themselves!<br />
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We will return next week to give out the cash to the first 120 households (in 3 out of the 8 village communities) that have been nominated, gone through our inspection, and qualify for the grant. We have another 180 households in the remaining 5 village communities with whom we have yet to go through the whole process with.Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644502358576592254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35226312.post-64339079444036476322009-11-09T12:01:00.001+08:002009-12-18T21:07:13.438+08:0060th Anniversary? Or 20th?Several <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tiananmen_Square_protests_of_1989">important anniversaries</a> took place in China this year, depending on who you talk to. The second of these, on October 1st, was the 60th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China. While the <a href="http://www.blogger.com/%28http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U09gA-syO8c&feature=fvw">fanfare in Beijing</a> nearly rivaled that of last year's Olympics (my favorite part is this clip is the smiling ethnic minority children enthusiastically waving), I had the distinct pleasure of spending the days leading up to the holiday in the countryside. Since a picture (or, in this case, a video) is worth a thousand words, I'll give you a little taste of my experience. I honestly felt like I had stepped in a time machine and traveled back to 1969 to celebrate the 20th anniversary, complete with several renditions of the most popular of Chinese Communist anthems, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_East_is_Red">东方红</a>。<br />
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</div><div>The majority of our projects are funded by larger domestic and international NGOs such as <a href="http://www.heifer.org/">Heifer International</a>, <a href="http://www.pcd.org.hk/eng/index.html">Partnerships for Community Development</a>, and China's largest domestic poverty alleviation non-profit non-governmental organization, the <a href="http://www.fupin.org.cn/en/index.asp">China Foundation for Poverty Alleviation (CFPA)</a>. Sometimes we act to run and oversee the local implementation of projects, as is the case with Heifer International's animal husbandry projects; other times we design and run our own projects with funding that we have applied for through CFPA or private foundations.<br />
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The journey to get out here was a long one: 30 hours by train from Beijing to the provincial capital of Chengdu, followed by a 7-hour car ride to Tongjiang. Or so I was expecting. Obviously there were delays, starting with the SEVEN AND A HALF HOURS I spent sitting in the Beijing train station waiting for my 11:20am train to depart at 7pm. I split the time poring over GMAT test-prep books, inducing a neck cramp through awkward sleeping positions, thinking about the fact that this delay was going to cause me to arrive in Chengdu at 1am, and trying to alleviate the lingering effects of the previous night's shenanigans with some McDonalds. Have you ever been to that website <a href="http://www.fmylife.com/">"F My Life?"</a> Well, I felt like a potential candidate for it. <br />
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The inside of the station in the morning and a bit of the sunset as we were boarding:<br />
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Once on the train, things improved drastically: I had my bed and my dinner, and the one other foreigner on the whole train was in the same car as me. Because I certainly didn't come to China to talk to Chinese peple. As it turned out, I had a couple hilarious local characters sharing the same berth as me--my favorite being this dude who, at 60 years old, told me the secret to staying healthy into old age was to drink beer every day. He looked pretty sprightly for 60, plus he shared some of his homemade food with me. Bonus points for awesomeness.<br />
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Fortunately (unfortunately?) the train ended up taking 35 hours instead of 30, which means I rolled into Chengdu at the slightly more sane hour of 6am. Desperate for a shower before beginning the long car ride out to Tongjiang, I scooted over to the nearest hotel where you can rent rooms by the hour. "Do you have your Chinese state-issued ID card?" the attendant asked me. "What?? I have a passport," I told them, "How can I have Chinese ID card? I'm (umm, obviously) not Chinese." Of course this meant they were not authorized to let foreigners stay at their hotel, so I went around the corner in search of another option. Same deal at the next one. And <i>four more</i> after that. Thank you, Chinese Communist Party. I had been really concerned about being so sedentary for 35 hours on the train, so the hour I spent lugging all my belongings for the next 5 months around in the rain to every hotel within a quarter-mile radius of the train station was really a welcome bit of exercise. Particularly at 6am. I finally gave up, had some breakfast, and called to meet up with my fellow carpoolers for the drive to Tonjiang. And just because I hadn't suffered enough that morning, I was made to ride bitch the whole way. AWEsome.Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644502358576592254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35226312.post-70833011571180995012007-12-16T21:24:00.000+08:002007-12-16T22:09:29.262+08:00Mrs. LanMrs. Lan runs a laundry service out of her shop across the street from the hotel where my group was staying when the <a href="http://www.reuters.com/article/homepageCrisis/idUSHAN224392._CH_.2400">severe flooding took place in Hoi An</a>. On the day that I was <a href="http://digaholetochina.blogspot.com/2007/11/floods-in-central-vietnam.html">evacuating my group</a> from our hotel, Mrs Lan helped me out by calling her brother-in-law to paddle his boat out to the hotel and take some members of my group into town. After I had seen all my passengers off, I ran across to her shop to buy a couple cheap ponchos that I could use to cover my bags and protect any work-related documents from getting soaked. I thanked her again for her help with the boats (and all my group's laundry!), and hopped on the final dinghy to meet up with my group in town. When she saw that I had bought the ponchos for myself--not, as she had thought, for passengers in my tour group--she actually tried to give me back the money I had paid for them! Her shop was already knee-deep in water and likely sustaining quite a bit of damage from the flood, yet she wanted to give me my money back for the ponchos because I had given her a bunch of business with my group's laundry. Her generosity given the circumstances was astounding, though I absolutely refused to allow her to return the money (the equivalent of US$0.65). What is even more amazing is that Mrs. Lan was not the only person I saw that day who refused to allow the floods to dampen their spirits--I have never seen so many people smiling (or lauging at the foreigner paddling a fisherman's boat with old Vietnamese men) in the face of such adversity.Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644502358576592254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35226312.post-72871192011453467482007-12-16T20:26:00.000+08:002007-12-16T20:39:35.039+08:00Reason #276 Why I Love CambodiaI had an incredibly simple yet beautiful experience last time I was in Cambodia. As I was walking through the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Killing_Fields">Killing Fields </a>with some members of my group, a few children who were playing in a nearby field approached us. At first they echoed the ubiquitous chant of "photo! photo! one dollar!" in an attempt to convince us to pay them a dollar to take their photo. While I declined the staged photo op, I instead started chatting with them and playing some of their games. Went I went to say goodbye, one of them came over and gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek; I smiled and gave the child a hug in return, and again turned to leave when another child came over to hug me. Giggling and flashing their beautiful Cambodian smiles, all 5 of the kids lined up to hug me and give me a kiss on the cheek before I left. It was such a beautiful experience at a site where such tragedies had occured only 30 years earlier.Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644502358576592254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35226312.post-2436138289231706982007-11-19T17:47:00.000+08:002007-12-17T21:26:00.836+08:00Floods in Central VietnamLast week, central Vietnam was hit with persistent rainstorms, which led to much flooding in Hoi An, a popular tourist town about 4km from the coast. I was staying with my tour group in a hotel about 3km away from the old town of Hoi An, far from the lower streets in town, close to the river, which had begun to flood as our group attended a cooking class on Sunday evening. The river rose about half a meter over the duration of our 2 hour cooking class, so we had small fisherman's dinghies paddle us back to a dry street, and hopped in a cab to head back to our hotel.<br /><br />This is what my Monday schedule was meant to look like:<br />9am (approx): get up, eat breakfast, pack, and take care of any last-minute errands<br />11:30 Meet guide in hotel lobby<br />11:45 Depart for airport<br />12:30 Arrive airport<br />13:40 Fly to Saigon<br />14:45 Arrive Saigon, drive 30 min to hotel, check group in, free time the remainder of the afternoon<br />19:30 Group dinner<br /><br />This is how Monday turned out:<br />5:30 Wake up, roll over, and marvel at the sheets of rain which are pouring down before falling back asleep<br />8:00 Wake up again, notice that it's still raining buckets, go to breakfast<br />8:45 Walk out to the street in front of the hotel, and see that the water has flooded the street and is as high as the middle of my calf<br />9:00 Call the local Vietnamese guide, Hoang, (whom I am working with in this part of the country) who is staying in a city about 45 min away and tell him that the street is flooded.<br />9:05 He assures me that the bus will have no problem driving in the street because it is a big bus. We agree to move the departure time to 11:30<br />9:15 Return to room, pack, wonder about the rain which continues to fall havily<br />10:30 Field hundred of questions from the passengers in my group, none of which I know the answer to<br />11:00 Receive a call from Hoang, who tells me that the bus driver has just arrived in Hoi An, and that there is no way we can get out<br />11:01 Silently curse and wonder what the hell I am going to do<br />11:05 Call the office in Saigon, tell them we are stuck in the hotel and will not make our 13:40 flight. They manage to get the whole group onto a 10pm flight<br />11:15 Inform my group of the situation, and continue to field questions about how they are going to pick up their custom tailoring (which Hoi An is known for), which is certainly the very least of my concerns, especially since I know all the tailors' shops are under at least 2 meters of water<br />11:30 Receive a call from the office informing me that all our (paper) air tickets have to be physically taken to Da Nang, a 45 minute driver from where we are, to be reconfirmed for the 10pm flight. Contemplate suicide. Curse Vietnam Airlines for such an inane and archaic system. Wonder why a concept as simple as e-tickets hasn't taken on in Socialist and/or Communist Asian countries<br />12:00 Inform group of the plan (again), tell them that they will likely have a couple hours to relax in the hotel and vicinity while I head into town to get some boats to transport us to a dry area of town and pass off the tickets to someone who can take them to Da Nang<br />13:00 Start walking 3km in waist-deep water<br />14:00 Arrive at the dry area of town where Hoang is waiting with the new (tiny!) bus that will eventually take us to the Da Nang airport. Pass the tickets off to Hoang, who then gives them to a driver to take to the Vietnam Airlines Da Nang office. Turn around and head back to the hotel.<br />14:10 See all our group's luggage (17 bags!) pass me in a boat being pushed against the current by five people. Rejoice and breathe a sigh of relief.<br />14:15 Find two old Vietnamese men in a fishing dinghy and convince them to paddle their boat out to the hotel and pick up members of my group to bring them back to town. Find a second boat to join the armada, hop into one of the boats, and start paddling with the Vietnamese grandpas.<br />15:00 Arrive back at the hotel and load most members of my group onto the boats--6 of them decide that they don't mind walking, so I lead them along until I can find another fisherman's boat for the last few group members.<br />16:00 Hop on a boat to bring up the rear, and head towards town. Again.<br />17:00 Arrive in town to find that all members of my group have also made it and are alive and well. Hear that one woman has even managed to collect her tailoring. Rejoice again; one less thing for me to think about.<br />17:45 Hop in the 20 seater bus with my 15 passengers, all our luggage, Hoang, the driver, and the driver's assistant (yeah, I don't really get it either) to head to the airport. Still in my wet clothing, but relieved that we are finally on our way.<br />19:00 Bus engine stalls out as the road is now enveloped in knee-deep water and the engine is flooded. The driver proceeds to open the access door to the engine (which happens to be between the driver and passenger seats), and goes to work. The bus fills with a bit of black smoke, and I wonder if this day can get any worse.<br />19:03 My group starts singing "Row, row, row your boat." In a round. I thank goodness that I have an amazing group of passengers.<br />19:15 Bus is up and running again!<br />19:30 Arrive at the airport, check-in, settle into a noodle restaurant across the street and put on some dry clothes.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">22:00 Plane takes off. Take a deep breath and thank god the day is finished.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxW5d6WGdch85QB_QUF_cC2JltsUesoLMa7zwbMjdZp2dVQ7ATE0mx-dhvckx5xMa-V5Eg_uMQj_5AMV10wJnBYSsr9pFB5qay3Pbl5cfj1j2RPX-0azkxpR08QX4xTdVxXgGwpw/s1600-h/PB120285.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxW5d6WGdch85QB_QUF_cC2JltsUesoLMa7zwbMjdZp2dVQ7ATE0mx-dhvckx5xMa-V5Eg_uMQj_5AMV10wJnBYSsr9pFB5qay3Pbl5cfj1j2RPX-0azkxpR08QX4xTdVxXgGwpw/s400/PB120285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144929828577780658" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">With two members of my group, as we begin the 3km walk from our hotel to the dry area where we can meet our bus</span><br /></div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644502358576592254noreply@blogger.com0