As the adventure in China is coming to a close I’m finding that I’m less excited to go home than expected.  Nearly everyone else in the group is extremely excited to be going home to see loved ones and friends soon, yet I’m wishing the trip could continue for at least a few more weeks. There are friends we’ve met that I’d enjoy hanging out with more, places I’d like to explore more, plus an entirely different language I need to learn. I’m also beginning to feel like we didn’t explore their new culture enough. We ate popular and traditional Chinese dishes with chopsticks but we always ate at a restaurant or the hotels, thus not in the average way to eat meals at home.  We were tourists for most of the trip thus seeing only prominent sites. As if someone coming to America and only seeing the Grand Canyon, Yellowstone National Park, the Grand Tetons and New York City than might try to understand the American Culture.

Transportation, crossing the road, sidewalk vendors and smelly markets were all unexpected aspects of the culture I’ll miss learning about.

A new Shaolin Temple. Beautiful and a fantastic memory, yet only tells a small piece of the Chinese culture

A view from the Wudang Temple overlooking a hazy sky and farming in the notch between mountain peaks. Just another small piece of the Chinese culture.

Anticipating this trip I expected to see a lot more of the historic architecture, more dragons, ceremonies and martial arts.  The understanding I’ve gotten from reading about China since returning from this journey is that much of the traditional architecture was destroyed in the mid 1900’s and religions were attacked as the new government came in “to strengthen China from its weak past”. I even anticipated most people wearing kimonos or other traditional clothing but instead they were wearing very Western styles of clothes such as jeans and a tee shirt or dresses.  Many of their shirts even had English words and phrases on them instead of intricate designs. The main difference they had from Western styles was that the women wore mostly high-heeled shoes. The individual shoes were often of the same style but different color within the same pair.

Tai Chi master Kuang and I wearing “traditional” Tai Chi clothing after a morning training session. An attempt at learning the culture.

I had few expectations about their food but what they did serve was not any Chinese food I’d had in America.  Dishes such as lemon chicken, sweet and sour food, and even rice weren’t as prominent as I’d expected.  Often we had to call many times for the waitresses to deliver the rice and it was always the last dish set on the table, after we’d had a plethora of other dishes to fill ourselves on.  I suppose I may as well comment on one of the main preconceived notions: Chinese height. The population as a whole was not as short as the tales say.  Our group was average height among them. Sure we didn’t see many individuals above 6ft tall and the majority of women wore high heels but we definitely weren’t taller than most of the people.

A typical dining experience along our journey. Often the dishes on the rotating glass would be piled on top of each other as we made room for more food.

Most things in China were not as I’d expected but I went over there with an open mind, wanting to learn all I could while over there. Some experiences were better than others and overall the trip was a great success, tons of fun and absolutely an amazing opportunity. I tried very hard to not pass any judgment, simply to keep a mindset that they have a different lifestyle that I was curious to explore the differences and similarities with the lifestyle I’ve been raised to know. Traveling to China was probably the best experience I’ve had in life thus far and I’m not looking forward to the journey being over.  Sure I look forward to eating foods and talking to people I know but I will surely miss China. I feel as if a door of opportunity has been opened wide and I must find a way to continue to explore Chinese culture and many other cultures around the globe.

How I felt breathing Pac. Northwest air upon exiting the plane from China. Picture credit to opwellness.com.

That first breath of fresh, good smelling air as I stepped off the plane was fantastic.  That glorious fresh air really helped to make it sink in that I had just been in China and that I was home, in the Pacific Northwest.  Noticing the expanse of short houses spread for mile after mile helped release the crowded feeling that the giant concrete skyscrapers and dense crowds of people had instilled in me while in China. No longer were sites blocked by skyscraper after skyscraper but mountains could be seen many miles in the distance.

The 4 hour layover at the airport was spent going through customs, baggage claim, then going back through security and getting a boarding pass to my connecting flight. This process took at least an hour but when I finally made my way to my gate I was so exhausted that I couldn’t keep my eyes open and passed out for about an hour.  Upon boarding that last plane I was excited that the long journey back from China was nearly over and soon I would eat an American meal followed by falling asleep in a comfortable bed in a house, not hotel.

Once I fell asleep that night, I didn’t really wake up until 16 hours later.  It was already 2:00 in the afternoon, which is extremely sleeping in for me, before I crawled out of bed and after only 5 hours of being awake I was ready to go back to sleep.  This pattern of sleeping much more than being awake continued for at least 2 days upon which I realized I was getting sick and continued to sleep more than wake for another 3 days.  Eventually I was able to watch movies all day without taking a nap, finally signifying that I’d caught up on sleep and the cold was receding.   Unfortunately with becoming functional again it meant that I had to go back to work and paying bills (aka reality).

2 weeks after arriving back in the United states I’m finally back to eating American meals, not talking about China continually, sleeping at regular hours of the night and trying to instill those great memories of China into my mind forever. It was a journey of a lifetime. I learned a lot about myself and the world around me and think I’ve become a better person for it.  Life is a journey in improving oneself and I greatly think that a journey out of your home country is an irreplaceable adventure.

An American burger, one of the few foods I craved upon returning to America.

Traveling from Beijing on a Bullet Train. We hit a top speed of 295 km/h before getting stuck for 5 hours due to heavy rain.

The end of the long, beautiful hike along the quartzite cliffs at Shaolin Temple was a new building

This week we had at least one full day of traveling on a bus and one over night train. Luckily on the train we had sleeper cars so that we could get some rest.  This was especially nice for me because if there’s one thing I learned on the trip it’s that I can’t sleep in a sitting position even if I have a pillow.  Between naps (lying down on the seats) we kept ourselves entertained on these trips by doing Tai Chi push hands and application, and palm readings.  All three Tai Chi masters we traveled with can read palms (though at least one was biased in his translation of the reading).  We also spent a lot of time chatting and getting to know each other, including our own group, the group of British that we were traveling with and the Tai Chi masters.

Fun times while traveling to another fantastic site (Tai Chi Village) via coach.

Nearly every time we arrived at a new hotel after these long travels, it was evening and we would wake up to a fantastic new view from the hotel.  Especially the views from the hotel near the Shaolin Kung Fu schools and the hotel outside Zhangjiajie Park had fantastic views of the surrounding mountains.

Mountains near our hotel at the Shaolin Temple

After leaving Beijing we explored the Tai Chi village near Zhengzhou, the birthplace of Tai Chi. We were also supposed to explore the Shaolin Temple but instead we spent the day hiking along a trail built along the sides of the cliffs.  It is the most beautiful hike that I have ever been on with absolutely amazing geology.  By the time we had reached the end of the trail and returned to the temple we were too exhausted to really tour the temple.  Now we have an excuse to go back to that beautiful land so that we can also view the temple.

Matching Tai Chi poses at the Tai Chi Village.

The giant Yin Yang symbol at Tai Chi Village.    

The trail we hiked to a new Shaolin Temple. The rocks are 2.5 billion year old uplifted seafloor.

Other sites we saw this week were Wudang Mountain which was gorgeous and packed full of people.  We smartly chose to ride the cable car to the near top and hike up the rest of the stairs.  Though I had been feeling sick early in the morning and bought a return cable car ride back down, I was feeling better by the time we had to choose hiking or cable car down.  I practically ran down that mountain with Patty and a Tai Chi master. The journey turned out to be much longer than we expected but it was very beautiful with much fewer people than at the top of the mountain (and most other sites). We got caught in a thunderstorm once we’d arrived at the bus station to ride back down the mountain and had to wait for buses to start driving once the storm calmed down.  Luckily we’d made it to shelter before the rain and lightening started.

A Wudang monk performing a Tai Chi form as a thunder storm rolls in behind him.

We then made our way back up to Zhengzhou because the Tai Chi masters had been invited to a photo with the head of Chen Style Tai Chi with other renowned Chen style masters.

Our group stands out well in the purple shirts at the ceremony picture for elite Chen style Tai Chi masters.

I’m not sure the total distance we traveled but I’m sure it was close to the equivalent of traveling all across the Western states in the U.S. It was a long distance and much of our time was in buses, or trains but it was completely worth it for the sites we got to see. And it was extremely rewarding when we would get to stay at a place for a more than one or two nights.  Quil

In this first week we hiked Earth’s Great Wonder, the Great Wall.  This was our first encounter with the forewarned crowds of people.   To ease into the experience we chose to hike in the less crowded direction (which still contained thousands of people). We quickly learned how to weave around those who suddenly stop in their tracks to take photos or talk to people or in the occasional event of us avoiding being spat upon. We were definitely the loudest group and clumped together we stood out like a sore thumb. Which added to the fun, at least we were easy to find when we got separated by impenetrable clusters of tourist. Along with the touristy nature of the Great Wall, we each had our first attempt at buying items, whether souvenirs or refreshments for ourselves.  Some had better luck than others. I definitely paid too much for cheap souvenirs, which was a lesson in which I learned to look, not buy and when buying, only pay a reasonable amount.

A lull in the crowd on the less crowded path and very steep stairs.

We also toured the Summer Palace, built a long time ago by workers digging out a lake and piling the sediment into a hill on which much of the palace buildings were constructed. The large crowds here made it very difficult for me to enjoy the sites as I was busy trying to keep from getting lost in the crowd.  Luckily we were able to escape the dense crowds by taking a paddle boat ride around the lake for an hour.  The paddle boat was great for relaxing, fun conversation, picture taking and cheering on the paddlers. As time went on through the trip I eventually relaxed and realized that it was ok to wander a few feet away from the group if you kept track of where they are and where they’re headed.

Summer Palace and the boats we eventually paddled around the lake on.

Even on the lake there was tons of people that we had to avoid running into.

Art along the walkway ceiling at Summer Palace.

After wandering through the Summer Palace for many hours we rushed over to the Forbidden City before it closed its doors for the evening.  I’m still slightly confused on what’s so forbidden about it.  We were told that the public is forbidden from entering, only the governmental elite were allowed in.  But this must be truth from the past because the place was teeming with thousands of tourists including ourselves and no governmental elite were spotted (though we did see some military personnel).

Giant wall at Forbidden City entrance.

A big courtyard and building at Forbidden City.

A huge building along the side of Tienanmen Square

This first week required a lot of adjustments for us to slide into some of the cultural aspects of being in a new country and not speaking the local language.  We had to adjust to a very different time zone (Beijing is 15 hours ahead of Oregon), a different look, value and price for money spending.  Even crossing the street is different! Cars aren’t likely to stop for pedestrians, you must wait for an opening and often you can only cross one lane or half way at a time. Of course we also had to adjust to using chopsticks, even for slippery items such as noodles.  This we luckily had a little ease into because the hotel still laid out silverware for breakfasts.  We quickly adjusted to our new roommates, which turned out to be great pairings after a few minor tweaks the first afternoon. And possibly the most difficult adjustment was that of not being able to clearly communicate with the majority of people around us. No longer could we read a menu and order food we wanted, we couldn’t even ask for a table!  We couldn’t ask what things were and asking the price of things was occasionally quite difficult. Even asking where the bathroom was or directions to a meeting place if we’d gotten lost could have proven extremely difficult. We were very grateful that many signs and a few people were bilingual and that numbers are often written as numbers instead of characters. We also lucked out on having a great guide, assistant, organizer, translator and tai chi master leading the combined group of Americans and British. We survived these adjustments and often had fun with them or at least found a way to laugh about them.

Most signs are in characters. Some were luckily in English, especially KFC and Pizza Hut.

Another important aspect of this week was inquiring about everything. We had thousands of questions about everything around us such as: What does this sign mean?  What are they saying? What are we doing next? What is this we are eating?.  Many of these questions were answered but I quickly gave up on asking questions about the cultural sites and items we were seeing as it was becoming apparent that we were wearing down the translators within our group very quickly. Eventually I also stopped asking about what we were eating, it was easier to just taste it and determine whether or not I enjoyed it before figuring out what the food was.

A food vendor with lots of possible foods to attempt. Of the foods pictured here we only tried the shark and squid (or octopus).

This first week was full of adventures.  Our eyes were opened to an entirely new environment, culture, economy, transport system, and to new friends traveling as our group.  Much of my thoughts were of pondering the differences yet similarities between the Chinese and American lifestyles that we were able to see and experience. Occasionally I had to pinch myself and remind myself that I really was in China on a very amazing, life changing adventure. Quil