Thursday, April 17, 2008

On being a tourist in China


Phil:
Our previous posts have given you some sense of how challenging it has been for us here. Even as supposedly experienced travellers, we've found China tricky. It's not that what we need is unavailable: Chongqing is one of the busiest, most commercially thriving cities I have ever been in, on par with Los Angeles. And it's not that people are unfriendly--in fact, every one we've met has gone out of their way to help us despite the fact that we are clueless as far as their language is concerned. (Of course, having an adorable baby with us helps.) It's not even that tourists are unknown. Yesterday we visited Chongqing's old city, a couple of narrow streets that are apparently all that was left after the Japanese bombed the rest of the city in WWII. The well preserved houses held shops selling hand-made crafts and tourist souvenirs (it felt for all the world like St. George Street in St Augustine, only less tacky). But all the tourists were Chinese; our adoption group was just about the only westerners we saw all morning. I asked our group leader, Marie, about it, and she said that there is a growing industry of tourism within China. I guess it might be called heritage tourism, people who want to see what is left of the "older China" now that most of it has been torn down and replaced by high rises and shopping malls. The shopkeepers were friendly and more than willing to try to communicate with us, but there were no English speakers, and few signs in any language other than Chinese. We were completely on our own when it came to figuring out what things were. In this way it was as close as any traveling we have ever done to the experience of those European travelers that Leslie studies. We don't even have the dragomans that our predecessors had: Marie and her assistant Anita are not to here translate and play tour guide, so much as to guide us through the labrynthine adoption process. They are always happy to explain things, but they often leave us to our own devices. It makes me realize how astonishing my naivete has been about traveling, and how reliant I have always been on the tourist industry for my sense of competence in foreign countries.

Smiling baby


Leslie: Dad emailed a comment about how Ellie didn't seem to smile a lot in the pictures. She does seem to be a kind of an old soul. We'd noticed that when we got the referral pictures, too. She didn't smile in any of them. She stares very intently for a very long time. It took us awhile to get our first smiles from her, and of course they were directed at the very fun boys, not the mom and dad who were changing her diaper or putting drops in her ears. Now she is starting to smile more readily, even at me (I am chief ear-dropper). We've even figured out how to get her to cackle and give us belly laughs. Our favorite is "jelly-belly-ellie," where we lie her on her back and jiggle her belly, and she just cracks up. Here is a good one of her smiling, on the tour bus with Phil today. I think she'd just got a glimpse of the boys on the back seat, and gave this huge grin.

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Language


Leslie: Pam asked me about how we are getting along without knowing the language. We are ashamed that we didn't learn a lick of Chinese before we left, but we'd about given up on the whole project after 2 1/2 years, and then when we finally got matched, it almost came out of the blue. There was a huge amount of paperwork to do in 5 weeks, along with trying to prepare ourselves at work and at home for the return, so we never managed anything other than "hello!" Literally. This is shocking to me, as we pride ourselves in not being tourists when we travel, and Phil knows something like 8 languages already. Oddly, we still aren't tourists this time, even if we are language-idiots.

Ok, guilt aside, here is how it works. In Beijing, the guide had us running around together all day and night, so all our meals were arranged. We'd be shown into a restaurant (all 18 families) and find seats at big round tables with a lazy susan in the middle. They'd bring out 8 or 10 different things, and we'd just eat them, figuring out what they were as we went along, but we never had to communicate. There was some shopping on the excursions, but at tourist factories (jade, silk, and cloisonne) so the people spoke some English, or you just needed to point. We've only had to interact with people ourselves in Chongqing, so just the last four days. But here, most of our meals are on our own, and all of our shopping. And we aren't just shopping for souvenirs: we need water, strollers, baby formula, snacks, etc. Our guide gave us a little dictionary/cheat sheet to carry around. For shorter things, she's given us a transliteration, which is great, except that Chinese is enormously complicated, with tones (sliding up or down) as well as different pronunciations. After 10 years of being an adoption trip guide, Marie's got a sense of what we will need to ask and has just written the longer phrases out in Chinese and English for us, so we show the paper and point to the right phrase. It is embarassing, but it works. The only time we've had to use it was buying a stroller because you can't just get one and take it to the register. The rest of the grocery items were easy, as we just put them in the basket and paid, and thankfully numbers are written in standard Arabic numerals.

Food is more complicated, and the most frequent opportunity/challenge. Fast food restaurants are easiest, because when they see us coming they pull out a picture menu and we point, though four out of five times we end up with something wrong in the order. We've twice ended up with extra meals, once with not enough, and twice with ice in the drinks (water is the biggest health issue, so we can't risk the ice). Even at McDonald's, it is frustrating! And anyone who knows me at all knows I am nuts about food, so the fact that we've been to McDonald's three times, KFC once, and Pizza Hut once gives you some indication of how stressful it is. If the restaurant doesn't have a picture menu, or English translations, we really just can't go, as we'd have no clue what we were eating. The Teppanyaki restaurant had English translations, though "Japanese Pizza" gave little clue as to what it was, and we still aren't sure. We didn't have to communicate beyond giving the order, and all we did was point to the dishes we wanted and we read the English while they read the Chinese.

Today we went to the Chongqing old town, which is a touristy shopping area. Only a very few spoke any English even there, and still only a few words. We wanted to buy the boys some Chinese outfits, but they only had adult and child sizes, and they are in between. We used our hands to indicate long pants, long sleeves, gesturing to our bodies. I'd tap them on the head to show I was buying for them, and we''d gesture longer or bigger with our hands to try to get another size. When it comes to paying (and you can haggle!) it is done on a calculator or with paper and pen. They'd type in the price, and hand it to me. I'd type in my counter-offer and so on.

Finally, we interact when we go outside and people want to know who we are and what we are doing. Here's the really embarassing part: we wear tags whenever we go out. On one side is written our names in English so our guide can all learn each all the names, and on the other side is written an explanation of who we are and what we are doing in Chinese. We hold out the tags and they read them. Then they lapse into Chinese with each other, discussing the situation, and occasionally try to ask us questions using gestures. We answer in English and with gestures, hoping we are on the same subject! Then we all smile and say "bye-bye!"

Fast Food in China

Jeremiah:
Did you know that China has fast food just like America? They have KFC, McDonald's, and Pizza Hut. I am lucky because we go out to fast food almost every day. Every time I go to McDonalds I get a burger. It's hard to order because they mostly speak only Chinese. How we order is we get a picture menu and we point to the one we want. The food tastes the same in China as in America. We went to McDonald's three times, KFC once, and Pizza Hut once. At Pizza Hut we accidently got an extra medium size pizza. They also had pizza with squid on it, but we didn't order it. At McDonald's we got a whole extra meal. At KFC I ordered a kid's meal of chicken nuggets, but he kept on pointing to the grown-up side of the menu. We refused. So when we got our meal it turns out that there were only four chicken nuggest in the kid's meal. I guess that's why he pointed to the grown-up side!

Teppanyaki

Alex Kaplan, Food Correspondant: Today we went to a Teppanyaki restaurant for lunch. When we got inside, we sat down at a table with a huge metal tray taking up most of it. After we ordered, a guy dressed in chef's clothes walked over with some food ingredients, turned on a switch and after a few seconds, poured cold water on the huge metal tray. As soon as the water touched the tray, it boiled, so we guessed it was very, very, very hot. Then he put on some onions. Next he put some raw duck on the tray. After a few seconds, he flipped it over. After that, he put an egg on there and after a few seconds, it was cooked, so he flipped it over so the yoke was down. The yoke was cooked into it. He put lots of ingredients on it, including bacon and he gave it to us. It tasted really good! Then he made a "Japanese Pizza" for my mom. It was really good. The Japanese Pizza is a lot of vegetables and meat inside goopy stuff. It looked like pizza but it wasn't pizza because there was no dough or tomatoes. There wasn't even any cheese. It tasted really good. I had a piece. I forget what it tasted like, now. The chef's hands moved so fast, I couldn't even see anything. It took a lot of work to get the pictures because the camera took two seconds to take the picture after you clicked the shutter, so I got a couple bad pictures which I didn't post. By the way, in some parts of China, we aren't allowed to go on the blog, so we can't see the comments, but we will tell you when we can.










Elinor poem

Alex : Elly belly made of jelly,
wiggly and giggly and sometimes smelly,
that's my baby Elly.

Chongqing Zoo


April 16, 2008 Leslie: On our shopping adventure yesterday, we successfully procured a stroller. It is a Disney stroller (both the cheap ones were) with a sort of Pooh theme going (red and yellow, with ears on the sunshade). Weird to buy that here, as Disney has not yet made it to China, at least in the flesh. We took it out for a trial run today on our trip to the Chongqing zoo. I think Jeremiah will write about the animals, so I will only say that this is the panda's actual region, and they have 6 pandas at the zoo, of several types. We saw one happily munching on his 40 pounds of bamboo, which we were told had zero nutritional value. Fiber maybe? You see from the picture that Boo is sort of etsi-ketsi about the stroller. She lounged feet up, but mostly preferred to be held.