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China does not care about me.
I have been in Kaifeng, China for 8 days now. This is my third trip to China and I am still very much a novice. One thing I do know for sure is that China does not care about me. It is a big country and a strong culture. It will go on whether I like it or not, whether I am here or not, whether I write a blog post about it or not.
There is a night market near the university where I work and a friendly Hue Muslim man who sells pijou (beer) and an offering of kebabs, dumplings and other assorted grilled items. Like most foreigners I know next to nothing of Chinese.
“Hello”
“I am a teacher”
After a day of teaching and writing, the dawn shifted into the evening and it was time for some dumplings.
After my dinner and beer, I went to pay. The chef spouted off my numbers and made those curious hand gestures that many foreigners in the middle kingdom know so well. 16 yuan for dumplings and beer or about $2.50…not bad I thought. I handed over the notes as a few men behind me lined up and started placing orders. My Muslim chef started repeating the hand gestures furiously and saying the number in Mandarin over and over. After maybe 30 seconds of incomprehension, he shoved me. Not hard, but a solid knock to show his frustration. There were customers behind me, business is rough and I was wasting his time. It then clicked in my head, 18. I forked over two more wrinkled notes and walked on.
Copyright © 2014 by Vagabond Journey Travel. This article was written by Lawrence Hamilton and originally published on www.vagabondjourney.com
