28.1.11

Around Kunming



One more day of classes, then taking the newfangled Mandarin skills out for a month on the road in western China. See how many people we can ask such useful phrases as "Do you prefer classical music or going to pop concerts?" and "Do you have the habit of being a picky eater?"

Safety first


Unintentional humour second.

25.1.11

Realism not required

Excavated in the 1970s in Hubei province and dated circa 400 BCE, this sculpture depicts a crane with antlers. Apparently it was common for animal sculptures to be placed outside tombs to guard the spirits within. Those are all the details I have, so any discussion about why somebody would want a crane with antlers to protect her immortal soul will have to remain in the realm of the hypothetical.

24.1.11

The Duke would be proud

As Lee mentioned, we get three healthy and delicious meals each weekday. I'd like to add, however, that the Howard penchant for sugar and artificial flavour continues to reign triumphant over a well-balanced diet. Those Twizzlers you see in the photo above were off the shelf and in my basket faster than you can say "sweet tooth." My glee could only have been greater if they were black, but even the cherry flavour was rapidly consumed with mindless joy. All 396 grams were gone by the end of True Grit. That little girl's fortitude was nothing compared to the gumption I showed in demolishing that licorice. In my defense, this was the first time I've seen Twizzlers in Asia, so I was eating enough to make up for a few years without.

By the way, I have seen very few Westerns but have never enjoyed one until now. I guess the combination of Matt Damon, the Coen brothers, and a female protagonist overpowered my usual boredom with the genre. I'd suggest they give that youngster an Oscar if I hadn't already seen Natalie Portman in Black Swan. I thought she was fantastic. As you can tell, living in the language school bubble has left us with time to catch up on our movie watching. We'll be leaving next Sunday, but hope to find time for Howl and Blue Valentine before we go.

23.1.11

Et toi, Montreal?




Evidently nous canadiennes held the event a year later. We gotta get on a mailing list.

Who knew?





Apparently, way back in 1999, Kunming hosted the World Horticultural Expo. How that slipped by without us knowing is a mystery - we're usually very up on our international gardening extravaganzas. The legacy of what surely must have been wild times had by all is an enormous amount of well-tended green space on the edge of town.

We initially balked at the price of admission [see also: Butchart Gardens, Victoria 2002 with Bruce, Terri, and Lily; Butterfly World, Kuala Lumpur, last month; in front of our hut, Malapascua Island 2009, some dude's suitcase full of seashells] but since we had walked for over an hour to get there, we decided to pony up the sixteen bucks and go in. It turned out to be a great decision, with no vehicles, no crowds, a dinosaur and a galleon festooned with flowers, a bunch of oldies flying high-tech kites, and a few playful puppies to help us wile away a blue-skied Sunday.

19.1.11

Street food



Kunming makes my stomach very, very happy. As delicious as the food is at the school, I have still managed to sample some wares from a multitude of street vendors. Photographic evidence here of last weekend's breakfast choices and a yammy midday snack. For the sake of propriety, I took no pictures of this evening's carnivorous deluge, a score of mutton skewers. No bread, no vegetables, hey, not even a table to sit at...just twenty sticks of grilled sheep flesh and me.