Well, we have been home for a couple of weeks now, trying to adjust to the cold, the work, the way the Chinese do things etc. etc. The time away was great although now we can’t help but count the days until we get home.
Today, some things we won’t miss.
We won’t miss the way the Chinese use government office parking lots for their personal long term parking.
We won’t miss the tendency to see telephone or other utility boxes left not only unlocked but open. I saw this one day and showed four security guards at the adjacent State Grid (think BC Hydro) offices, thinking they would call China Unicom to come and lock it up. Two days later it was still unlocked. On the flip side, it appears that the Chinese don’t vandalize things like they might at home.
We won’t miss watching tens of tens of Chinese swimming across South Lake right past the sign that says “No Swimming”.
We won’t miss having to figure out just what the interpretations mean.
We won’t miss the lack of appropriate respect for seniors. I mean, when did the elderly stop being adults?
We won’t miss – okay maybe we will, watching job interviews being done at Starbucks.
We won’t miss the taxi drivers. 2 stories over the past two days. Yesterday I took the bus back from Shanghai after taking Terry to the Pudong Airport. It took the bus two hours, 95% of the time on the nearly empty freeway at EXACTLY 80kph. Once at the bus station I had to get a taxi. At the train, they line up nicely and there is no issue. At the bus, not so much. They are parked all over the place with the drivers also all over the place trying to get a fare. The first driver I asked said “No”, – either he didn’t want to go or didn’t know where to go. The next guy said okay but then flashed two fingers – I assume meaning 200RMB, which is WAY over priced, but I wanted to get home. Apparently it meant that he wanted to get two fares, since we didn’t go until he had a SECOND fare in the car. Then we headed off – in the opposite direction from where we had to go. That was because we had to pick up a THIRD fare before starting home. When we finally got here he charged me 20RMB. You just never know what to expect.
Today I came back from Shanghai and got into the first cab in line at the train station. The driver had someone in the front seat – but often they have a friend with them so it wasn’t a big deal – until we started to go east instead of west. I started to make noises in the back – “Bao hao” (not good) so he stopped, stopped a cab going the other way, put the “friend” in that cab, turned around and took me home. No, I won’t miss that.
The Shoe Blog
Came upon this woman at the train station. Now, this is either a fashion statement, a fashion faux pas or a woman who is blind.