That I have not mentioned my uniform-clad students as of late does not mean that their militaristic shouts and cries have faded from the early hours of the morning. I did not feel it deserved mention. It has become so commonplace that I forgot it was noteworthy. What birthed this amalgamation of words one calls… Continue reading Still Feeling Safe in Huadu, Guangzhou
I have a final exam in the afternoon, but I decided I had enough time to test one of the roads that passes GDCP. For the longest time, I have been trying to leave Huadu by foot. I have been going up and down all of the roads to see if any lead out of… Continue reading More on a Restaurant’s Disappearance in Huadu, Guangzhou
Gone. I woke up yesterday and found the shutters closed. It was odd, and I thought to myself, “they’re gone.” I don’t know how I knew, but somehow it felt off. I would later return and find the shutters slightly ajar. Gone. Bare concrete were carpet had once been laid. None of the restaurants previous… Continue reading A Restaurant’s Disappearance in Huadu, Guangzhou
After twelve hours of rain I decided I should get a walk in otherwise I might spend the entire day growing mushrooms inside. I left the more industrial section of Huadu for the comforts of farmland and, what should have come as no surprise, found them flooded. I do not have a picture (before and… Continue reading Flooding in Huadu, Guangzhou
When I first arrived in Huadu, I did not know how to say, “no.” This made it rather difficult when, watching someone prepare my food, I wanted to tell them, “do not add that.” Too often, I would have a plate (or bowl) choked with the Chinese equivalent of parsley. You will know of them… Continue reading On the Plate in Huadu, Guangzhou #3
With eight different final exams and over four hundred students, time leaves me little room to write. Below are some photos taken around Huadu, Guangzhou. Each has a story to tell, but that will have to wait for another time.
I had spent the afternoon exploring the slums. Ever since my time in Tamil Nadu, India, I have enjoyed the sight and sounds of an organized squalor. As I passed mounds of trash that extended some ten feet, I felt at peace. Aside from passing under the hollowed-out shell of some derelict apartment complex, there… Continue reading “Like a Banana!” … “No.”