Last Monday, we said our goodbyes to our host families in Kunming as we loaded up onto a bus bound for Shaxi, where we we’re spending the week in our “rural” homestay. We broke our trip up into two days: the first day we drove about 4 hours to a town called Dali. We walked around looking at the shops selling crafts and trinkets. Dali is known for its tiedye and almost every store had some variation of tiedyed clothing. It felt a little bit like I was transported to some sort of 60s-themed amusement park. We woke up the next day and completed our journey to Shaxi with a 5 hour jaunt on the bus.
When I was told that Shaxi was going to be a rural homestay, I thought it was going to be Los Naranjos rural. But compared to Los Naranjos, Shaxi is a bustling metropolis with its 23,000 people. Which I suppose is rural by China’s standards. There are cafes, restaurants, little markets, a bank, and even hair salons. The town is quaint and quiet. Cobblestone roads connect our woodframe houses and wind out through the fields, which extend out to the base of mountains in the distance.
When we arrived, our host parents met us in the parking lot to help us carry our bags through the old town to our houses. My house is located right next door to the Shaxi Cultural Center. Run by YCCLD (our partner organization in China), the cultural center is where our leaders are staying and where our seminar/discussion/hangout room is. It’s also where my bathroom is! When I first got to my homestay and asked for the bathroom, my host grandma led me to a public restroom. After that, I realized that the cultural center was much closer and much cleaner.
For the first few days, I had no idea who the members of my host family actually were. I knew that there was a grandma, because she was the one who met me when we first arrived. But other than that, I wasn’t too sure. As of now, I know there’s a mom, grandma, grandpa, and sister. I’m pretty sure there’s a dad who shows up to meals at times, and possibly a host brother. He does homework in the grandparents’ room, but he’s never eaten with us. My house, like many of the houses here, is comprised of rooms arranged around a courtyard. I think there’s another family living in our little complex, but of course I can’t be too sure. The kitchen is open-air, and there’s no running water (there’s a well in the kitchen) or refrigerator. Ironically, there are TVs. It never ceases to confuse me when I see these “luxury” items like TVs, DVD players, and cell phones when there isn’t even running water. But, as I’ve well learned, my values are not the values held by the rest of the world!
At meals, we eat on tiny stools around a bowl of hot coals. I’ve eaten some interesting food here. Some dishes--like snap peas, lotus root, and seaweed salad--have been really tasty. But the mystery egg/chicken jello-type dish and the white and red poop-smelling dish haven’t been my favorites.
We finished up our teaching careers with four last classes at the middle school here in Shaxi. It was interesting to see the differences between the school in Kunming and the school here. The class I taught used the same textbook and was even on the same lesson as a class I taught in the city, yet the students here understood a significantly smaller amount of English. Shaxi schools have a high reputation compared to other schools in the county, so I wonder what other rural schools are like.
Besides teaching, our days here have been filled with seminars and LOTS of work on our media projects. This morning, Mary, Rachel, and I finally finished our movie, which explores the Chinese and American education systems and whether or not they are preparing their students for the world.
A lot has happened. But one of the highlights for me was our visit to the Shibaoshan temple on Saturday. Before we got there, we were warned about the wild monkeys and advised to not look them in the eyes or feed them. Sure enough, at the parking lot, we were greeted by a cute furry friend who then proceeded to steal Shannon’s bag of peanuts from her backpack and run off with it. When it got a few feet away, it sat down, broke open the bag, and started shelling and downing the peanuts. We then climbed stairs up the mountain to reach the temple. It was beautiful, surrounded by trees and backed up against a rock cliff. Monkeys were all over--crawling on the roof, hanging from the trees, running on the ground. There were trails up onto the rock behind the temple, so I climbed up to find more pagodas filled with Buddha figures. I kept going around the mountain and wound my way up to a nunnery near the top. I knew I was drawing near when I heard the chanting of a monk and ringing of bells. I was so content to be alone in nature, and for a moment forgot all the frustrations I’ve had with the loud, polluted cities in China.
We are in Shaxi for two more days. After that, we go back to Kunming to stay in dorms at the Yunnan Nationalities University before two nights before we’re off to Cambodia! I’m really excited for the sunny, warm weather and am curious about the food, which is supposedly like lesser-spiced Thai food. I hope that’s true!
I also hope everyone is having a wonderful holiday season! We had a Hanukkah using some votive candles which we lined up as a makeshift menorah. We also have a secret Santa gift exchange arranged. I do miss eggnog though!
The sun is actually shining right now, so I think I’ll go out to de-thaw!
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