■ How so many of the restaurants are lit up like Las Vegas. They have HUGE neon signs. When I first got here, I thought they were gambling casinos.
■You can take your own drinks into restaurants.
■Sleeping is a hobby. Really. When I ask students what they do in their free time, several have responded “sleep”. And you may have seen the photos I posted shortly after I arrived here of people unashamedly sleeping in public places. One of the international teachers swears that the government is putting something in the water to make people sleepy so they don’t have the energy to protest in the streets.
■How very interested and dedicated to health people are, especially eating right. It seems that everyone can tell you the health benefits of every food. And when they get sick, they look first to how they’re eating and see if they can adjust that. Then they look to other things in the environment, such as the air (which is very bad here), and to Traditional Chinese Medicine. People use Western medicine only if they have run out of all other options. And they don’t like to take pills of any kind. It’s hard to find even aspirin here.
■How people eat fruit for snacks, which helps you start or maintain good eating habits. How cheap the fresh fruit and vegetables are (e.g. 15 strawberries for 65 cents), and how that encourages you to eat them.
■In season, tomatoes are always vine-ripened wherever you go. The cantaloupes are sweet, too.
■The variety of fruits. I may not eat them all, but it’s good to be able to sample them and know that they are available. Kumquats. I was going to call them “cherry-sized oranges” but just recently put the fruit’s name with what I have eaten here. It’s exactly like an orange, and you eat it whole—rind and all. I like it cut up and put in a salad or cereal.
■I had never seen--or maybe just never recognized--a mango. I had never seen anyone open up a pomegranate. I didn't know what hot chestnuts are like, that you can crack them easily with your fingers, and that the taste is different than when they're dry.
■Dried green peas with garlic that you eat as a snack. I also add them to a baked potato or to a salad.
■No matter how bad my personal habits, they can’t compare with what I see on the street every day (e.g. egregious spitting, blowing your nose by holding one nostril & blowing with the other on to the ground, spitting out bones right on the table)
■Cheap rent, although it’s getting more expensive.
■The great infrastructure – subway, taxi, bus, the ring roads.
■How enamored of Americans they are. That someone will introduce you proudly: this is Keith—he’s an American! It’s like being a very minor celebrity.
■The students are so forthcoming with compliments. “I really like your class!”
■How people are constantly inviting me to do things with them (see “very minor celebrity” bullet point above).I have mixed feelings about how you’re sometimes treated “as a guest”. Once I was in a long line at the supermarket and a manager singled me out and put me at the front of the line. I was on a first date once with a much younger guy and he insisted on paying for our meal because "you are our guest". And my favorite: I was in line to get into a restaurant for 45 minutes, about 12 people ahead of me. When there were just 2 people left in front of me, they insisted that I go first because "you are our guest". They waited until there were just 2 to say that :-) But the great majority of the time, you’re treated exactly like everyone else.
■That a man my age can come here and 25 year-old men and women come on to him –something that almost never happens back home. Basically it’s just because you’re a Westerner, and particularly an American.
■Both guys and girls who will tell guys, with others listening and with no pretense or embarrassment, that they are attractive. The general lack of uptightness about masculinity, very much unlike most American men. You know those cheap Oriental fans that are novelties in US? I've seen men in addition to women use them to cool themselves off. But it does cause problems with your gadar ;-)
■I like Asian guys, and there are hundreds of millions of them here! I particularly like the various skin tones, their cute little noses (they say we have big noses), and their slender builds.
■How people are so honest and don’t flatter you. People will ask me how old I am and I ask them to guess. Back home, I often got answers like “40”. I’ve never gotten that here. The most common answer is 50, which is close. When I tell them it’s not 50, they then jump to 60!
■How very un-PC most people are most of the time. They call ‘em like they see ‘em. That’s not always a positive thing, though. For instance, men’s and women’s attitudes about women are what we would consider sexist.
■How the taxi drivers sometimes practice their English with you.
■Almost all of the people that I have come into contact with have been extremely honest. A taxi driver took a wrong turn, which caused the ride to be a little bit longer; without my asking, he gave me back some of my money. In Macao, I gave the driver the incorrect name of the place where I wanted to go, and didn’t realize it till I got there. He took me to the correct place and didn’t charge for the first trip, even though it took an extra 20 minutes. Recently, I had a guy look at my pc who said in advance that it’d be 150, but he wasn’t able to fix it so he just asked for cab fare. More than once while buying dvds on the street, I misunderstood and was trying to pay twice as much; he smiled, said no and clarified.
■Getting dvd’s of the latest movies for 80 cents each. (I know it’s not fair to the movie studios and I support the Chinese government stopping the practice. Until then, I’ll continue to buy them.)
■Often, when you call the phone company about a problem, they send someone to your place within an hour.
■The banks have places for you to sit while you’re waiting. Imagine.
■Bargaining at the markets and getting them to come way down from their original price.
■Beautiful and unusual buildings.
■All the embassies, surrounded by fences, with the guards in uniforms at attention outside.
■The hustle and the bustle. The crowds. Yes, I like the crowds (except when I’m in line, which is not that often).
■The China price: Feet and body massages for $12/hr!
■How logical the language is. People make fun of calling a train a “fire vehicle”, but that and the naming of many others things make perfect sense. The literal translations of breakfast, lunch and dinner are “early meal”, “noon meal” and “late meal”. Why do we need to give them all completely different names in English? Why do we call cow-meat “beef”, pig-meat “pork” and sheep-meat “mutton” in English? It’s like that with lots of things. A computer is “electric brain”, a phone is “electric words” and TV is “electric seeing”. Shrimp is “insect below” and lobster is “dragon shrimp”.
■Being able to meet people from around the world on a daily basis and talk with them at length: Brazil, France, Moscow, Somalia, Saudi Arabia, Kazakhstan. And teachers from California, Australia, England, Canada and the Philippines.
■That I can go just about anywhere anytime and not have to worry about crime.
■I can say mundane things in class that everyone in US has heard of, but they are delighted with the knowledge of a particular saying or idiom or aphorism.
■How the culture is different enough that it’s interesting. It’s not just like the West as you’re led to believe—even here in BJ. In business and clothing – yes, they are copying the West as much as possible. But not in food, medicine, or attitudes about discipline. Very few people—including young people—eat Western food on a regular basis. Music? They don’t even know who Elvis is; they know the Beatles and Lady Gaga, but not much else about Western music. They know virtually no Western history. (But then how much Chinese history do we know other than what US was involved in?)
■How people ask me questions about language all day. I almost never tire of it.
■How people of both genders and all ages, when they encounter something they don’t understand, do the The ScoobyDoo “hmmm?”. And it’s not meant to be funny.