Fall Down Go Boom

I just had my first collision.

Walking across the street from work, I waited for the 2 cars to fly through the red light coming from the left.

I watched the police car on the right tweet his siren and fly through.

And then… two young women on an electric scooter bounced off of me.   They hit the pavement.   I… swayed  a bit.   There was a skinned knee and a broken basket on their part.  On my part… umm… my grocery bag tore a bit.

One more thing to check off my list of “things that must be done for the “complete” China experience.”

Colonel Blaze

Yesterday was a “working day off” for the entire staff of English Learning.  Every month that we meet our sales quotas, we have a company dinner.  If the sales team meets higher goals, we get something extra.   This time around, it was “laser tag” in one of the city parks.

I and another American teacher, Jeffery, were chosen as team leaders.   We each had a team of 6 people armed with “laser” guns.  The park has a “mountain” (smaller than the Baraboo bluffs, and easier to climb around on).  One team would defend the mountain while the other attacked.  For the 2nd game, we switched sides.  For the 3rd game, it was “protect the general” — if Jeffery or I “died”, the game was over.  We all had a good time, but it by the end, I was in pain.

After that, we had a short break, then we all met up for dinner.  Most of the food was a bit too spicy for me, so I ended up having an almost entirely vegetarian meal.  I mean… when the arugula and cabbage are almost too spicy, you know you’re eating a Chinese meal.  Then… there were things like fish-head soup and cow stomach that I just wasn’t willing to try.

I didn’t get any photos of the war, but I’ll ask around and see if I can get some from those that took some.

Shoe? Meet Foot.

I’ve talked about how people stare at me when I walk down the street.  Some even pull out their cell-phone and take pictures.  Westerners are that unusual here that we’re still a curiosity.

Several discussions lately have dealt with why Chinese women want a western man for a husband.  Most of it has to do with money–westerners are seen as rich–but there’s also the fact that westerners aren’t Chinese.  I didn’t think about it much,  but sitting in a cab yesterday it suddenly hit me:

I am “an exotic foreigner”.   Looks like the shoe’s on the other foot.