1. You schedule your entire day around your foot massage appointment and are a card-carrying VIP member with Dragonfly. 60 minutes of pure pain & pleasure. Hot Damn!
2. You don’t stare in horror at the man peeing into the shrubs on a busy street, his not-so-privates fully exposed to any and all passing by. You just think to yourself, glad he’s not taking a crap ‘cause that would be really disgusting. My standards are in the gutter and so is A LOT of urine.
3. You are touched on your body by 10+ complete strangers in the course of a subway ride and it doesn’t bother you in the least. A little hand sanitizer and off you go!
4. The baristas at the local coffee shop greet you by name and ask about your CNY, which for most expats means exploring Asia. For me, CNY was a quick trip to Vietnam.
5. Lady selling fruit out of her van on the corner near your home recognizes you and greets you enthusiastically. You feel guilty with the knowledge that you started buying organic fruit online instead of from her because you know her fruit comes from the polluted fields and has been sitting outside getting even more polluted by the minute. The organic fruit is probably just as bad but you have to try to eat healthier food to make up for all the “foggy” air you breathe in.
6. The Doorman lights up when he sees you get out of the minivan but then promptly groans as he lifts the five 75 pound suitcases filled with U.S. cheese and sausages and vitamins, oh my! Best import–Girl Scout Cookies!!!
7. You give your Ayi a key to your apartment so the plants won’t die and the dust doesn’t pile up while you travel all over the world and hope she enjoys trying on your clothes while you’re gone.
8. A scooter almost hits you and your blood pressure doesn’t even rise…you just count yourself lucky and try to be more careful cause if you do get hit, you are SOL. You know no one will help you, no ambulance will come and take you away so you better drag your ass over to the curb quickly before a bus finishes you off and pray you can hail a taxi to take you to one of the few Western-style emergency rooms, the address of which I’m considering getting tattooed on my chest just in case so it’s handy.
9. You don’t even bother wearing an air mask until the AQI (Air Quality Index for those of you inhaling clean air who don’t have to track this type of thing to save your life) hits 150 or more. Once again, our standards continue to slip—Seattle AQI is 20 or lower most days but here in Shanghai, anything less than “hazardous” is considered a beautiful day.
10. The hocking sound of phlegm getting ready to take flight sounds like home…watch your step!
Living the “local” life by riding the ferry across the river for a walk along The Bund.
When the count got up to 8 people physically touching my body in the packed subway car this morning (one guy was actually sleeping standing up because, hey, no need to hang on to the pole when you’re packed in so tight), I thought it couldn’t get worse. And then it did.
Sleeping standing up..packed in like sardines.
At my final stop, a huge crowd surged to get on cutting off my escape. I locked eyes with one sturdy gal, one of the many who was also fighting like Hell to get out of the subway car, and proceeded to grab on to her for use as my battering ram. Did she mind that a crazy Laowai was physically touching her? Probably but I prefer to think that she appreciated the additional brute force needed to move in the mob scene. Teamwork in a time of need! Shouting at the top of my lungs, “GETTING OFF!” and not caring that they couldn’t understand a word I said because the surging masses could by God understand my no nonsense “GET THE F*&@ OUT OF MY WAY” tone and look, together she and I elbowed and pushed our way to safety. Alone, we might still be in that subway car or trampled to death but together we provided enough critical mass to move forward. Policeman were screaming at the crowd as the overcrowded train was barraged by more people trying to get on before others got off. This experience on my first day back from our trip to the U.S. was by far the scariest moment of my commuting life so far in Shanghai and that’s saying a lot. WELCOME HOME!
Izaak, we miss you buddy! He would like China-the smells would drive him crazy!
I’ve been living in Shanghai now for about six months and it’s starting to feel like home. I wondered what I would miss most about Seattle and, of course, besides our wonderful kids and family, my heart aches for my dog, Izaak, that we had to leave behind with Hannah. Though I know he gets lots of love from Mike & Hannah and his new brother, Ollie, the Great Dane, I miss him so much. Seeing all the dog crazy people this week in Seattle walking their best friends, I was soooo jealous. We will get to see him this weekend when we visit Boise and I’ve already warned Thom he should don a plastic poncho because when Izaak sees him, he is going to jump into his arms for a full body hug and then Thom can expect a warm river of piss to run down his torso as Izaak has a tendency to leak a little when he gets excited. Nothing says love like sharing some warm urine, right? We may not miss that little habit so much but we do miss you buddy.
So, Thom and I are back in Seattle this week, for me to work and for Thom to get a break from China. We notice the culture contrasts constantly. For example, this guy in a bathrobe and slippers came trudging onto our elevator at the hotel, all sweaty from the steam room I presume as there is no pool here (am I painting a pretty picture here?).. a Chinese gentleman, of course. You see, in China, many men in their bathrobes, pj’s and slippers walk in the streets of China every day but here in the U.S., it’s not a regular sight, thank God, especially in a nicer hotel. Thom and I just looked at each other and burst out laughing as he wandered to his room.
Staring out my hotel window overlooking downtown Seattle, I just sighed deeply because the bright lights shining in the darkness of the Seattle night are so crisp and clear compared to the eternal grey fog of China that hangs like a veil over everything. Even on a less than 100 AQI night, the lights don’t “pop” out of the dark like they do here. I miss clean air so much. WINNER: SEATTLE
Thom is very committed to take one photo a day as a personal challenge. Last night before our son James came to visit (and celebrate his upcoming 21st birthday), we walked to Pike Place Market to take some pictures of the bright neon lights. While at no time have I ever felt uncomfortable or in fear of being attacked in China, I definitely felt that way walking the downtown streets of Seattle. Having lived here, I have personally witnessed drug deals, people acting out their mental illnesses and actual physical violence. I have not seen that at all yet in Shanghai. WINNER: SHANGHAI
I just spent an hour in Bartell Drugs, the Walgreens of the Pacific NW, and loaded up a cart of first aid supplies (so we can self medicate when Thom hurts himself, which he always does), cheese, sausage, vitamins, Sudafed (for my newly ruptured ear canal that happened when the plane landed) and other miscellaneous items that I just had to have and could not get in China. I just hope Mr. Customs Officer isn’t hungry when he searches my luggage and finds my horde of treats. WINNER: SEATTLE
Our first night in town, we immediately went to the supermarket and loaded up on deli–cole slaw, potato salad, broccoli salad, cheese, ham, etc. and had a picnic in our beautiful hotel in downtown Seattle. I miss my deli, not being much of a cook. For James early birthday celebration, we got some Cheesecake Factory takeout and watched the Olympics. Staring at the ENORMOUS portions of cheesecake at the front counter of this very popular restaurant, it occurred to me that everything is bigger here. The portions we serve in the USA are huge. Big is not always better (men, and some women, of course might disagree with me on this point) but I do appreciate the confidence I have in eating the food here and drinking the tap water. WINNER: SEATTLE
Stepping outside to go get those huge portions at Cheesecake Factory, the sidewalks seemed quiet and, quite frankly, boring. In Shanghai, every time we step outside we are confronted with a barrage of sites to see. The people watching on the busy sidewalks is always interesting. Dancing on the street corners, morning and night, and the masses living their lives on the sidewalks, eating and socializing, is so completely different than life lived here in our comfy heated homes with kitchens and hot running water–luxuries in China. Just as in NYC, we are never bored in Shanghai. It’s just impossible to see it all but we are giving it a go. WINNER: SHANGHAI
Thom’s beautiful photo of traffic in downtown Seattle.
We laugh at how polite the drivers are in Seattle, giving pedestrians the right of way. Here we feel comfortable stepping into the crosswalks when we have the green light to get to the other side of the street. In Shanghai, that would get you killed. Any time you walk in the street, you better be nimble because you are a magnet for that bus that is bearing down on you, ready to strike you down. That being said, I was stuck in traffic for over an hour in the rain getting home from work in Seattle and was missing my subway to whisk me home. WINNER: TIE-DRIVERS ARE MORE POLITE IN SEATTLE BUT THEY NEED A SUBWAY!
WATER. AIR. SPORTS. DOGS. MOUNTAINS. HIPSTERS. FOOD. Seattle has it all but no one said it would be easy in China. If it was the same, we would be bored and why would we want to be there? So, despite the chaos and pollution, we both feel we made the right choice to experience a new culture and move to a new country. Of course, I just read in The Shanghai Daily online edition that the H7N9 bird flu toll continues to climb. Oh well, I hear fox and donkey meat taste pretty good if chicken is off the menu but perhaps I’ll just stick to veggies and carbs. I’ll let Thom eat the donkey!
Experiencing the adventure of gliding through a stone cave at low tide to access the secluded inner sanctum of the tropical forest sprouting out of an ancient rock formation in Ha Long Bay was magical. I expected to see a dinosaur at any moment because it reminded me so much of a scene from Jurassic Park. In of itself, that would be an awesome memory.
Gliding through the cave at low tide to reach the monkey kingdom
Layer in the wild monkeys of Vietnam strutting their stuff among the treetops and shoreline and you now have a once in a lifetime rare glimpse into a private world unchanged by civilization. These adorable creatures have probably been part of the animal culture here for millions of years and would make even the grumpiest person smile to see them tearing through the canopy of vegetation to joyfully play with one another. Enjoy this private glimpse into my short video of our great adventure.
Ha Long Bay in Vietnam is just as beautiful as all the pictures you will see. That being said, it was a terrifying trip there from Hanoi. Probably 50% of the time, our van was on the wrong side of the road careening straight into the oncoming traffic of other crazed drivers. That we survived is a miracle. I would never do it again..ever.
Our cruise on the Princess Luxury Cruise Ship was so special and memorable, especially after our life or death experience getting there.
Ha Long Bay bathed in sunshine
These stone formations jutting out of the green water have been around for 500 million+ years and we got to see them in the sunshine and also shrouded in the morning mist-both were spectacular.
We stopped on the way here at a tourist rest stop. There, they had many ladies doing hammered egg shells in and coat with lacquer many layers and then paint beautiful pictures on top. There was also jewelry, clothing, scarfs and embroidered pictures. So many to choose from that I couldn’t make a decision. Most cost less than $50. The lady selling said all the people doing the artistic work were disabled but you tend to be skeptical when told that here. Either way, the craftsmanship was amazing and I hope the artisans were paid decently for their lovely art.
Gorgeous new hotel restaurant by the bay
In the “van from Hell”, we shared our adventure with a couple from England and a couple from San Fran. We exchanged stories of China for their travel adventures around Vietnam. In general, the houses we saw in the villages are much nicer than in rural China. Made of concrete and bricks, they are usually three stories high, narrow in design with patios and beautiful wood doors. The interiors I could peer into looked quite nice with tile floors, circular metal staircases and almost all with large screen tv’s. However, their infrastructure is seriously lacking in Vietnam. Roads are broken concrete messes with many bumps and sections of unpaved roads. By contrast, when we got to Ha Long Bay, it felt like Miami Beach with new condos by the water and modern sleek hotels and restaurants, fueled by the almighty tourist dollars.
Princess Luxury Cruise-very nice!
Our boat had just 18 cabins, filled with mainly Europeans and some Chinese folks. The meals were lavish with pork, chicken, seafood, lots of vegetables and impeccable service. During the safety announcement, Jimmy, our steward, showed us a hammer and told us that it was to be used in case of emergency only, i.e. to break out the windows to get out of the boat. In other words, you are ON YOUR OWN! He encouraged smokers to smoke outside (this is on a totally wooden boat mind you) and not to smoke inside as it would set off the smoke alarms. No shit…However, doubtful that those hard core smokers paid attention but, just to scare them, Jimmy warned the passengers that everyone would break out their hammers and it would be complete chaos if they smoked inside. To recap, if there is an emergency, grab that life vest, use the hammer and out you go into Ha Long Bay where the jellyfish are as big as a Labradors and good luck climbing those steep cliffs once you reach shore. Luckily, we didn’t need the hammer as we couldn’t even find one in our cabin.
Boat Merchants selling snacks and booze
As our Head Steward urged us to keep the bartender busy, who am I not to comply??? Seeing our pale white skin glistening with tanning lotion was a welcome if creepy sight after a winter of grey polluted China skies. Need an Oreo or wine? Small junk boats, merchants selling pearls and snacks and booze come alongside the bigger cruise ships selling their wares. You put your money in a net and in return you get your goods. A tough life for these merchants rowing their boats all day with babies in tow. Thom’s brother told us that he swept this bay near here in 1971 on a mine sweeper. Hard to imagine this commercial tourist attraction was once a war zone but the people who live here still lead a meager existence in contrast to the beautiful cruise ships.
Thom aka The King of the Squid
Thom spent the late evening hours fishing for squid off the back of the boat. The crew was impressed with his results-two squid, scared out of their “ink” which they proceeded to jetson into the green waters of Ha Long Bay as he reeled them in. Thom didn’t eat the squid for breakfast, as the crew suggested, but he will be boasting for many years to come of his prowess with the hook. Whatever! I stood at a distance and took the pictures to document his expertise–I don’t do the “squid” thing. Anything that ugly can stay in the water and certainly shouldn’t be eaten. Holy. Hell. No. Way.
It was lovely to see the ladies dancing in Vietnam just like they do in China. They had their loud speakers going and were working it! Our only day to enjoy Hanoi, we decided to walk around Hoan Kiem Lake today and enjoyed the warm weather. This lake is in the heart of the Old Quarter in Hanoi and seems to be enjoyed by all the locals. From the lovely pagoda in the middle of the lake to the bridge over to an island, the flowers were blooming everywhere. This is the one public space we have seen in Vietnam that is in good repair and maintenance. There is a nice walking path around it and we are looking forward to enjoying the lights that are strung up between the trees tonight as we plan an evening walk. There is a café on the lake as well as several restaurants with a view of the lake for everyone to enjoy.
On the first walk around the lake, we not only saw ladies dancing but many families out taking a walk and street vendors selling their wares. After we had gotten almost the whole way around, Thom turned to me and proposed an adventure. We would walk back, find the “seasoned” lady selling wooden children’s toys and buy them all. Thus, she could enjoy a well deserved day off and we would then spread some love around the park by giving away the toys. Done and done.
Oh what fun we had on this Vietnam “pay it forward” project. First, several gentlemen came to the lady’s aid when they thought we might be trying to swindle her. No, we reassured them that we really wanted her to have 500,000 dong to buy all the toys she had to sell. They were shocked and laughed. She smiled. Then, off we went around the park with Thom approaching any and all children and giving away the toys. Another vendor selling cards found out what we were doing and encouraged us to find the children from the “working” families and give them the toys. This, we tried to do. While we mainly got smiles and nods, Thom did manage to scare a few children with his goofy smile and outgoing positivity.
Thom giving away toys in Hoan Kiem Lake in Hanoi, Vietnam
Hopefully, stories will be told of the tall smiling Laowai wearing the bright green Xbox Sounders shirt and the joy he tried to bring to the children in the park. For us, it will be a very fond memory and may become a new tradition of spreading joy throughout the world as we enjoy great adventures wherever we go.
French influence among the many cables strung between buildings.
What is it like to visit Hanoi, Vietnam? How to begin to describe this frightening, wonderfully unique place? First, the people are as friendly and helpful as the scooters are plentiful. The scene here is so different from Shanghai, where we live now. There are hardly any luxury stores or cars here yet the average citizen seems to live well and be very happy. Though we got a few hard stares from the older guys, in general we were accepted and welcomed with open arms. The French influence is strong here in the building architecture that is old and not kept up but still lovely and the jaunty French berets worn by the old gents sitting on the sidewalks.
Poles are still widely used to balance the load on the shoulders of the local women to carry fruit and vegetables to sell.
The women dress to impress as they might in Paris, not in jeans and casual clothes—they wear dresses and heels on those scooters as they speed around. The restaurants here are more formal and have the white tablecloths and more French atmosphere of formality than you see in China. Yet, there is a traditional Vietnamese element prevalent on the streets with the strong ladies wearing their Non La traditional hats and using the poles to balance their heavy load of fruit or vegetables to sell to passersby. One aggressive lady tried to pin me against a street front with her load to try and convince me to buy her bananas and pineapples. Always nimble to stay alive, I dodged her and kept right on walking..being nimble is paramount to living in this part of the world.
Chicken just laying out on the sidewalk…street food in Hanoi, Vietnam-eat at your own risk.
Like China, life is lived here on the streets. You see barbers cutting hair and everyone eating on the sidewalks, squatting on small plastic stools as they inhale Pho and rice/vegs/chicken dishes that smell wonderful. We saw chickens running around in the streets by our hotel and meat, including chicken, laid out on the sidewalk, ready to be cooked but certainly not refrigerated or following any Western standards of food safety. Our friend from the cruise likened the street scene to Mumbai where the traffic is insane and the people are out in mass to enjoy socializing and eating. We saw many more Western tourists here in Hanoi than in China, probably due to the ease to enter Vietnam and the low cost. The dong is the currency and 21,000 dong = $1 US. So, we were paying millions of dong for items which was totally weird. I found myself chastising Thom for paying too much for Super Glue to fix my glasses that had inconveniently broken at the start of our trip. Turns out, he paid .50 cents for it…oops-what a bargain! I went crazy buying quilts from a non-profit I could feel good about that helps Vietnamese women make a living and the quality is fabulous. Baby Mia, our first grandchild, will enjoy laying on these gorgeous quilts for many years to come as Papa Thom tells stories of our adventures all over the world. We were enchanted by the bamboo bikes also for sale at the quilt store, www.mekong-quilts-org, including a tricycle that was ADORABLE! Other items you see for sale everywhere are lacquer boxes and bowls, ox horn cutlery, jade and silver jewelry and silk clothing. Very inexpensive and just beautiful…I bought an empty suitcase or two just in case and they will be going back full.
Enjoying the fine weather and the sights of Hanoi!
What sets Vietnam apart from China? Well, China does a great job keeping their public areas clean and well manicured with beautiful flowers and plants. Vietnam, does not. There is trash and dirt everywhere, no flower/trees in most public spaces and wires for who knows what are strewn everywhere, hanging between building, trees, poles, you name it-it’s nuts. There are few stop signs or traffic lights to help control traffic. I thought China streets were unsafe until I came here and now I will actually look forward to the quieter, more sane streets of Shanghai. Surprise! There is a place crazier than China when it comes to traffic and it’s Vietnam. I would still encourage you to visit but be prepared to be nimble and have nerves of steel if you want to cross ANY street in Hanoi, Vietnam. A glass or two of wine takes the edge off too!
So, I asked him, “Do you have any weapons?” before we left the house. Why? Because Thom likes to be prepared and that, at the very least, means a swiss army knife is on his person at all times and could also mean that he has a knife or two in as well owing to his Idahoan “survival” mentality for the many years we lived there in the woods. Thank God he had to give up the guns when we moved to China. Having grown up in NYC, he was elated to get some firepower to protect his family in the wilderness when we moved to Idaho…latent mountain man that he is. Knowing his love of being prepared, I got him a “survival tool” this Christmas with lots of handy uses all in a small metal square including a very sharp edge, similar to a box cutter. WTF—this is not something you need on an airplane, right? Who knew he would stash it in his wallet and forget about it. Now, that could be considered a weapon by many TSA agents, right? Prompting a strip search and possibly being led away and never returning in a foreign land, right?
As I breezed through security at Shanghai Pudong Airport and looked around, Thom was getting the second degree from a security agent. He was emptying his wallet, shrugging his shoulders & playing the “foreign card” of innocence while the gal and guy argued over what she saw on the xray screen of his possessions.. “There! There! In the wallet!” the gal insisted in Mandarin, of course, while Thom looked around innocently. Finally, behind the business cards, credit cards, etc. Thom pulled out the offensive weapon-his Christmas “survival” gift. Luckily, they just confiscated it and we quickly left the area, really ran, before he had to “bend and snap”. Of course, they probably flagged his ass from now on he will get the ultra deluxe pat down with the anal probe for future flights but for now, we were on our way to Vietnam, weaponless.
Oswaga, I love you..massage me….please…
Up to the VIP lounge we went because I had splurged on business class for us to travel, not knowing how bad coach would be on Vietnam Airlines. After all, the seat selection choices included “window smoking with infant”, so I expected the worst. The VIP lounge was lovely and Thom spent his time lounging in the Oswaga massage chair where he whimpered with delight as it kneaded and heated his back that is always in need of attention. If that wasn’t heaven enough, he then went to the bathroom where he found his beloved TOTO-heated seat and all. No toliet has ever been loved and revered as much as TOTO. Really, it’s a miracle we ever made it to Vietnam at all. Thom would have been happy living in the VIP Lounge for a few days, alternating between massage and TOTO.
But I pried his ass out of the massage chair, which was occupied by a waiting passenger as soon as we looked like we were leaving, and we were off for the flight to Hanoi….business class. BIG MISTAKE! Now, Thom knows what it’s like and it will be impossible for him to go back to economy on those long hauls to the US while I am flying business class courtesy of my company when I am truly on business. I told him it was no big deal but his eyes bugged out with the fine china, 3 forks/2 knives/3 spoons for all those delicious courses of food starting with tuna/salmon/fish and moving onto delicious pork and chocolate mousse. DAMN! What was I thinking?? And if the food wasn’t enough, the free Western magazines and hot towels clinched the deal. Having one attendant service his every needs took his pampering to a whole new level. Thank God they didn’t massage his feet, though he took off his shoes just in case they offered. Blanket? Water? Coffee? Tea? Private bathroom? Why, yes please, Thom now wants all those things. Of well, you only live once so you might as well travel in style if you can. And he’s worth it.
As I sipped my Taihitian Cocktail,or as I call it “a beach in a glass”, I allowed myself to appreciate the many blessings in my life including travelling with Thom. You just never know what he will do next but I am guaranteed he will always make me laugh.
It’s surreal to think I am enjoying the Super Bowl in Shanghai this morning-Go Seahawks-and then will be eating dinner tonight in Hanoi, Vietnam. WHAT! I’m just a simple Midwestern gal. People like me marry young and never move from their hometown. Certainly a nice life but not for me. In this second chapter of my life with the kids all grown up, I chose to risk it all. Instead of leading a predictable, safe existence, I deliberately put myself out there daily with a goal that when I die, I’m just exhausted. How did this happen?
Road Warrior
I guess it all started when I jumped off the cliff of life, leaving my “safe” job with a company I had been with for fourteen years and challenging myself to join a start-up that had the potential to keep me from eating cat food in my retirement or it could have failed just as easily. Coin toss! It has not been a cake walk for sure but along with all the tears of frustration amid feeling incredibly stupid as I learned, there have been the highs of making a difference in other people’s lives with precious moments that I will never forget. Those moments I cherish and remind me what’s really important. I am humbled daily and am constantly aware that everyone knows more than me and it usually takes me longer to figure some stuff out so I have to work harder than most but I’ve learned to just keep at it and never, ever give up. I’ve also accepted that I have to ask for help at times-tough for me to do. I’m the one who offers to help, not ask for it.
Leaving family behind to take on this China Challenge, I have had tears and guilt but when my son tells me that he thinks we lead the coolest life, I can only hope that I am setting a good example to my kids to take chances and live a life full of surprises and adventure. When my dad died, it was a wake up call to remind me to appreciate every precious moment that we have here. You truly never know when it will be your turn to pass. You cannot control the end but you can control the now. You can try to find joy in the simplest things every day and every moment. This I try to do.
So, off to Vietnam I go to have yet another great adventure with my travel partner aka the love of my life. I will savor the journey and the smiles that Thom will inevitably elicit from the Vietnam locals with his antics and goofy smile. More to come!
Holy. Crap. Midnight arrived with a BIG ASS BANG a few minutes ago. Waves of toxic fumes are rolling down the streets and the noise is deafening as everyone with a lighter is setting off firecrackers. I even saw eruptions of fire being thrown out of high rise windows. Here is what it is like to experience CNY in Shanghai and I am told it lasts all night long:
On a quieter note, it has been interesting learning the traditions and superstitions surrounding Chinese New Year or CNY as we “locals” call it. CNY has been celebrated for more than 4,000 years so there are ALOT of them. 2014 is the year of the horse so everywhere you look, there are horses for sale. Mine had to be sparkly and cute of course. To bring good luck and immediate money, you put money on the horse’s back. Done and done.
My good luck pony!
It is also necessary to wear red to counter bad luck, and many find it necessary to wear red underwear and a red string around the waist or wrist plus wearing a gold necklace is said to have spiritual power to conquer evil spirits. Done and done. Red also plays a role in the legends that monsters feared the color red so all CNY decorations are red to ward off monsters. GOOD TO GO! Other dos, don’ts and symbols include:
*Chinese New Year’s Eve. You should only speak positive and lucky words. Firecrackers are supposed to be set off at midnight. I heard an incoming whistle followed by a huge bang at 8 p.m. so somebody didn’t get the message. The monsters in Chinese legends fled when lighted bamboo made loud cracking noises so thus the custom of firecrackers going off. I also heard that the sound attracts the god of money to your house on the fourth day when more fireworks go off. Lots of money and no monsters result in an AQI of 500+ from the toxic fumes let off by the firecrackers. Everything in life is a trade off. I’m buying a new designer air mask with all the money I will receive from my good fortune lucky pony.
*Chinese New Year’s Day. People get up early today and set off MORE FREAKING FIREWORKS! Because the AQI of 500+ hasn’t dissipated yet so WTF. There are also many taboos like you can’t sweep because good luck can be swept away for the new year—no problem, our ayi has the day off. Pink got her “red envelope” which is a bonus you give those who work for you and hopefully she is enjoying some time off with her family. She keeps our house clean and we miss her. You are also not allowed to use sharp tools, take out garbage, wash anything or take a bath—all actions that could negatively affect your luck in the new year. I plan to stay in my PJ’s all day and have a movie marathon while waiting out the air quality to improve.
*Every day following CNY has significance and many, many, many rules. Many shops and restaurants are closed for at least five days to observe the holiday, though many workers have to go home for several weeks to visit relatives. The seventh day after CNY is the day of the Ren Ri or Human Day. Legend has it that the goddess Nu Wa created creatures in 2 days- chickens first, followed by dogs, pigs, sheep, cattle, horses and humans. I’m thinking cats should be in there too since they act so superior??? Supposedly if you eat qi bao geng which is a congee made of 7 vegetables or fruits on this day you will rid your body of pathogenic energies. Hopefully this dinner will cleanse me of all the toxins caused by the fricking firecracker pollution. Of course, I will be in Vietnam on this day enjoying our vacation with warm weather and hopefully cleaner air.
CNY has arrived with a BANG!
*CCTV (China government TV) runs a huge TV special all night with TV stars and singers on Chinese New Year’s Eve. It is a huge tradition like the ball dropping in Times Square minus Ryan Seacrest. Unfortunately, our on again/off again TV service has decided to be “off” tonite so we won’t get to watch it. So sad—I guess we will just have to continue our VEEP marathon instead. Selina Meyers, you make me laugh so hard I’m crying or is that the pollution making my eyes tear up…..next year, I’ll plan on being out of the country for the whole holiday but, for now, we are going to sit back, insert the ear plugs and pray for a cease fire soon.
Travels with Melinda 