Friday, March 27, 2009
packing, repacking and the perils of not shaking jetlag
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
3/4 of a day in China
Our short dance through china began it's course of moderate - to high confusion before the plane was out of Australia.
Our vegetarian meals hadn't been registered although we'd been told they were confirmed twice by our travel agent, so we struggled to resolve our lack of meat-free food with the chinese hostess's very limited english and our complete lack of chinese.
They were very helpful though and gave us a number to call once we were in shanghai to confirm our meals for the next leg on monday.
Shanghai airport is absolutely HUGE and was almost empty when we arrived sunday night. We really had no idea how our free stop over worked so stopped every staff member we came across. Many gave us a slightly frightened look but eventually one guy offered to call our hotel to work out how it worked. We then realised our driver was waiting for us - YES - with one of those cool little name signs on the other side of customs.
It was another 10 minutes before we found him though due to an immigration staff member walking off with our passports and asking us to 'sit at that chair over there' - around the corner! We compromised - stood in between his desk and the far away chair and proceeded to shoot him suspicious 'we-think-you're-doing-something-seriously-dodgy' looks until we were abruptly presented with them again with no explanation.
All the people we dealt with on our short time were incredibly polite and very helpful - from the cleaners pushing carts through mounds of rubbish along the footpaths to the lovely shop assistants in the empty, expensive departments stores with zero english.
They all went to a lot of trouble investing in intricate hand gestures that we rarely understood, BUT we learnt how to say thank you in chinese so made sure that everyone understood that we were thankful.
our SAVIOUR came in the form of Ying Li, a chinese woman staying at our hotel who was returning to her university after working at U Sydney for a month. She had much better english than anyone else we encountered and was continuously enthusiastic to help us out. She helped us communicate with the staff at the hotel and even went shopping with us to the local supermarket so we could navigate around the live turtles and chicken feet in the isles. They have a dumpling stand in the middle of the shop!
Grocery shopping in other countries should be offered as a subject in language courses - we couldn't read any of the price tags and most ready-to-eat offerings were in big pots, thus we managed to confuse many, many vegetables with meat products (Ying later set us on the right course) and ended up getting biscuits and fruit juice because the packaging was vaguely recognisable.
Aside from feeling mostly helpless due to our inability to communicate, the whole place was just fascinating. I’d love to go back when I have a chance – hopefully I can learn more than three words of Chinese.
One of the most interesting things was the amount of people employed in the different shops. In the supermarket, Lotus, there were staff on every table ready to bag produce for you and at the expensive department store there we three women with big red sashes waiting to greet you at every entrance.
The food was really similar to the Chinese food in Australia – we’ll see what the standard is like here in Germany.
‘til the next post!
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