Street Food & Shopping (Xi'an part 2)

 Ok. It's been a while, but I figured it's better late than never to finish telling you about Xi'an. A lot of these pictures might be kinda random. But hey. At least you're getting pictures. Which is lucky for you... because I hate uploading them. So yes. Feel lucky. 

This to me is REAL China. Vegetables on the side of a road, and a guy on the bike. If I could sum up China in one picture... this would probably be it:

 Also. Did I ever mention that China is crowded?

Really crowded. The above picture is in the middle of Xi'an. The one below was taken on a bus on our way back to our hostel.

A few afternoons into our trip Megan and I decided to head out to find the Little Goose Pagoda.  We had to cross a bridge to leave inner city Xi'an. The river was gorgeous. It's amazing what you can discover when you decide to walk places. 

On our way we bumped into this guy:

 Yes. Giant transformer in the middle of the city. Awesome right?

So we made our way to the pagoda. Only to find out we were too late. Never fear though... we went back another afternoon and wandered around the blessed place. It was gorgeous.

 This is the pagoda itself. And I'm the little blue blob on the steps.

 This is around the back of the pagoda. You had to pay to climb to the top, so we opted not to.

However, we did wander over to the side of this little temple/museum-esque thing across from the pagoda afterwards, and found this garden full of statues.

So often I found myself taken away by how beautiful this place called China can be. And then I take a picture, and it just... never does it justice. And yet... this picture comes awfully darn close to capturing how wonderful it was to stand in this garden. 

 Those are some really old stairs. I'm walking up to this temple thing... used to be used to worship a goddess. I don't remember of what though.

This picture was taken from the top of those stairs. It's a bell... supposed to send messages to people when you ring it. I guess there is this legend about a man... soldier or something, who missed his family. So he would ring the bell and it would send messages to them. You ring it by using that giant red mallet thingy. Awesome right?

Now switch gears. On the night of Rachel's birthday we went out to a very fancy restaurant. One you may have heard of. Called Pizza Hut. Pizza hut is considered a ritzy place here... and it's probably about as much as you'd pay in the states... making it super pricey for China. 

We had fun though and I think Rachel enjoyed it. 

Also. Only in China would you find them serving fried rice at pizza hut. tee hee.

Ok. And now on to the actual street food and shopping part of this post:

This is Megan and I in the Muslim district. There is this little shopping street where we did most of our Christmas shopping behind the bell tower. Walk down it all the way and it dumps you into the Muslim district. Street food you could die for. And most of it is very inexpensive. Basically we'd wander around until we found something that either looked really crazy or really good, and then we'd eat that for whatever meal was coming up next. It was an interesting way to eat. We avoided anything with meat... just because we're not quite that brave yet... but we did find some bread things that were great, some pastry things that were not great, and some deep fried sweet potato things that were quite incredible. Yes I am in love with Chinese food. Although, did you know? Southern Chinese is very different than northern Chinese food. And the stuff we get in America is more northern-esque. Just for your information.

Ok. So you know that scene in Mulan? Mushu is riding down the avalanche on a shield, and he slides over to where Mulan is riding her horse and trying to rescue herself and Shang. Mushu yells at Mulan: "I found a lucky cricket!"

Well that's what I said when I saw this:

 Yes my friends. That is indeed a REAL live and chirping lucky cricket.

A MASSIVE lucky cricket.

The thing about shopping in Xi'an.... well... Megan and I felt that we were trend setters. Because if we wandered into a shop and started looking intently at something, we would inevitable attract a crowd of people who were all of a sudden interested in the same stuff. And it was no exception with this little guy. No one seemed to think him interesting until Megan and I started taking pictures. Then a crowd began to form... then the gentleman who owned the shop and the cricket got upset and shooed us away. I think because the cricket was getting upset at all the flashing lights.

We had a blast shopping though. I felt like I got pretty great at bargaining by the end of things. I got some good deals, and disgruntled more than a few shop keepers who assumed I was a stupid American. I mean. I'm not a pro bargainer. One lady quoted us a price on this pictures, about a 150 yuan for them. We talked her down to 35. She wasn't too happy when we each got 3 of them.... yeah. That's when you KNOW you got a good deal. When you walk away and get the impression that you aren't really wanted back anytime soon. Haha.

Speaking of Mulan. (Ok... so I'm kind of jumping around...) Remember at the beginning when she's getting ready to see the matchmaker and she helps those dudes out with that game?

Ring a bell? This is that game. Awesome right? This is not, in point of fact, at the street market, it is rather something we saw on our way walking back from Little Goose Pagoda. But I was so excited. I mean... I knew they played this game. But two old men in the middle of the street... haha. I HAD to take a picture.

So yes. I loved Xi'an. So much fun. I hope I get to go back one day.

Train Travel

Ok. So Xi'an is a LONG way from Guzhen. A long way. And I am not exaggerating. However, that does not deter a determined soul like myself. So. On Saturday I, along with the other girls I live with, took a 2 hour car ride to the train station. Once we arrived there our coordinator ditched us in order to catch her train, and we were left on our own. Through the help of some merciful people who looked at our tickets and pointed us in the right direction... we boarded our train. Because it is a National day here in China, train tickets were VERY hard to get. But we were lucky, and we got 5 hard seats and 2 standing tickets.

A standing ticket? What is that you may be asking.... I shall explain.

There is not a lot of space in China. Remember those rumors about the one child policy? Well the one child policy is true, and in full force (we learned that people here are punished through fines and things when they have more than one child) and that is because China. Is. Really. Crowded.
Really.

And the trains in China are no exception. So after they fill up all the seats on a train, they have standing tickets. Which means you crouch in the aisles. Or stand in the aisles, or buy the little plastic seats that they come buy selling to squat on. Or you sit on your luggage, or swap with people in seats when they get up to stretch their legs.

Hopefully the picture will help illuminate:

This is an awful photo to help you understand. Because all the good ones about how crowded it was are on someone else's camera. Plus this was taken towards the end of the ride, when about a bajillion people had already gotten off the train. However. You can see me sitting in the aisle. And you can see Emma standing next to me. And you can see those people behind me chillin out. Now imagine that you are in my shoes. And you stand up. And the whole train is completely packed, and you have to walk over people to get to the bathroom.

I hope I am painting this picture.

Now that you understand a little. I will tell you that the 26 HOUR long train ride actually wasn't that bad. The standing stuff was in it's way, kind of nice, because we got to stretch our legs. Sleeping was nigh unto impossible, but somehow we managed a bit of it. I even curled up on top of a suitcase on the floor at one point... haha. Rachel had fun taking pictures of that one.

I only had to attempt the bathroom twice. The bathroom on the train was a squatter too. Which is a mixed blessing, because while it is more sanitary, it's also a lot harder to do on a moving, bouncing, bumping train.
That's all I'll say about that.

During the course of this train ride I made some friends. One of them was named Nash, and he spoke incredibly good English. Even knew what a simile was. He was surprised that 7 American girls were traveling alone without a male escort. He wanted to know why we didn't have a man with us. We told him that we didn't think it was odd, girls in America travel by themselves all the time. He said that is not so in China, and pointed out that American women are more independent.

I love Chinese people. I love the way that they just say what they think. There isn't anything to apologize about, things are just how they are. Sometimes it makes me look at things in a new way. For example: Nash asked where we all were, since we weren't all sitting together (we couldn't all get seats next to each other, and Megan ended up in a different car, and one of the seats was about 4 rows away from the others.) We told him Megan was in the next car over, and after that he referred to her as 'the pitiful one,' which was quite comical. Then later when I was going to go take my turn in our seat 4 rows away, I noted that a man had climbed into it and fallen asleep. Because it was our seat, I could have kicked the man out. But standing felt good and he looked so peaceful.... I didn't want to wake him up. So I opted to stand for a while longer. Nash was so confused. He informed me that I was 'too tender.' But not in a condescending way. He was just pointing it out. I think it's safe to say that we as American girls perplexed him.

I made another friend during this train ride. She told me her name in Chinese, but I can't remember it. Chinese names are hard to pronounce, and harder to remember. But she was wearing a purple shirt, and she gave me the most productive Chinese lesson I've had yet. She didn't speak a lick of English, and would jabber and jabber in Chinese... at first I wasn't understanding a thing. But gradually I caught on to a few words, and would repeat, then she'd get really excited, and so I'd repeat some more. A man a few seats over spoke a few words of English, and made helpful interjections every once in a while.... it was great. Half the train car was laughing at some of the things I said at one point. BUT I got a compliment. My 1st ever compliment. Mr. helpful interjections man told me that my Chinese pronunciation is very good. Take that! Although, Nash laughed at my dismal attempts at the 4 tones and called them 'ridiculous.'   Oh well. Chinese is HARD.

Back to the train ride. Eventually we did arrive in Xi'an., and we got off that blasted train. And EVENTUALLY and with a few minor mishaps involving some very helpful Chinese people, a few rude rickshaw drivers, and a ride in a cop car, (amongst other things...) we did find our Hostel. And I slept in a bed. A real bed. That is more comfortable than my bed in Guzhen. Go figure.

Xi'an is wonderful.  Totally worth the 26 hour train ride. I can't wait to get started on my next post. But since this particular post is probably feeling long to you, I'll leave off. Because believe me, I KNOW how it feels to be stuck on a ride much longer than you want to be.

I fibbed today

Because I am a dirty rotten liar.

And want to know what's worse? I didn't even feel bad about it.

So there is this man. His name is Mr. Son (emphasize the o, and kind of unemphasize the n). And he talks to me a lot. And he asks me to sit by him at lunch sometimes. And he teaches me Chinese words every day. And one day he asked me how old I was.

Friendly guy right? Well... the problem is. He doesn't do this to any of the other teachers. Just me.

It's not a problem. I don't mind talking to him. We're on friendly terms, but I've quit being super friendly, just in case. And I think I now have just cause for my actions, because today he asked me if I want to marry a Chinese man. It took me about negative .4 seconds to promptly respond that I want to marry an American. And he laughed and repeated the question, and I assured him, that I really DON'T want to marry a Chinese man. I REALLY want to marry an American boy.

He tried to tease me further, suggesting that he could set me up with some Chinese... and asking if I have an American boyfriend at home. (This is all done in broken English FYI.) This is where I fibbed. I used a word I'm almost positive he doesn't understand, and said "Sorta" while nodding my head emphatically.

Sorta is not the truth. It's not even close to the truth, because I don't have a single male soul anxiously awaiting my return to the states that I am not already related to.

See what a rotten liar I am? But I'm actually very ok with being a liar in this case.

So. If anyone asks. I have an American boyfriend. But only for the next three months.

:)