PART154 parent meetings and the roof


Monday, 28th, June, 2010. I went
to a kindergarten parent meeting today, which basically meant that I taught my
old classes but with their parents watching. I arrived at school and to a very
tense atmosphere shooting around. All the teachers looked stressed and where
moving around the class room at double speed with a forced smile pasted on their
faces. The reason for this was the large groups of sullen faced parents sitting
in on the lessons. They looked bored and serious. When it was my time to teach
there was not a black board in the room and the two class teachers gasped and
flew to the door to run and get one as if the universe depended on it. I told
them I would teach without it. I positioned myself in from of the children and surveyed
the sour faced parents eyeing me with suspicion. I did my best to teach the
kids but with all the phone ringing and parents talking loudly and moving
around the children were not very receptive to learning, also the fact that
they where 3 years old and they where my slowest class. I felt like a ring
master trying to make a retarded lion jump threw a hoop as an unenthusiastic
audience judged me. I carried on this farce for about an hour moving from class
to class peddling my skills and then I went home. I felt so sorry for all the
teachers who had to pander to the parents for the rest of the day.

 

I went to the gym after work but I hadn’t
eaten much so I just peddled on the exercise bike in the disco room for an hour
and then did the weights class. When we left the gym a motor bike taxi was
zooming along the pavement and beeped Sarah and myself out of the way, the
driver stared at me as he drove past. I gave him an angry look and raised my
hands in the air as if to say “come on then” he gave a sneer and slowed down a
bit. I was so ready to run up to him and punch him in his stupid face. He drove
off again laughing.

 

We had an orange juice and a dumpling soup
and then got the bus back home. Later Sarah and I went on the roof and I did
some Tai ji. The moon was hidden behind a tall building and it slowly rose up
above it and lit the roof tops as Sarah sat on a collapsible chair and I glided
threw the Taiji motions in my under pants. As the moon rose from behind the
building the city took on a magical air and I thought how this would be one of
the things I will miss when we leave. Being able to exercise up on the big roof
with a strong breeze and the moon lit to see by. Sarah was asking me about the
stars and I did my best to explain some of the patterns.

 

 Also
there was a dead bird in the corner of the roof, A small hole in its head was
being entered and exited by busy ants marching to and from there colony.

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Part153 Pizza hut


Sunday, 27th, June, 2010. My
sleep pattern has been completely thrown off as a result of sleeping all day yesterday.
I was awake last night feeling refreshed. I spent most of the night reading and
lying in bed letting my thoughts take me where ever they went. I changed
sleeping positions frequently and I looked out of the window at the moon bathed
sky. I would sometimes gaze enviously at Sarah’s form sleeping beside me; I wondered
how she always gets to sleep so easily. Everything seemed so still and the
night went on forever. I thought about things until the subject bored me, and
then I would get on to another subject. I even tried not thinking but that didn’t
work and I would catch my thoughts whispering away about this or that behind my
back. The weather was hot but not so hot as to make me sweat too much, I
perspired a little but not profusely.

 

Today when I got up at 1ish Sarah and I
went to Pizza hut and had a massive stuffed crust king prawn pizza. I felt pretty
bilious afterwards and we went back out into the heat and went to the cinema
but all the films where in Chinese so we went home again. It was another day on
the sofa for Tim, gallantly pushing forward in my TV series quest, forgoing
eating and drinking so that I could watch back to back episodes of “ Curb your
enthusiasm” on DVD.

Part152, the hangover


26th, Saturday, June, 2010. I woke up in the afternoon with my cold wet back pasted
to the bamboo sheet beneath me. The first thing I became aware of was my loathsome
headache. I cursed the heat for its unforgiving hangovers. I turned my head
slowly and the whole bed began to spin. I looked outside and saw a tempest. A
bucket of rain shot sideways threw the window and drenched my threw the
mosquito net. I sat up with a shocked gasp as I was slapped awake by the
coolness. Suddenly an ear splitting crack of thunder broke above the building
and I ran to shut the window as hung cloths flew around the room and the
windows vibrated and buckled dangerously. I shut the windows and looked outside
as the sideways rain and lightning forking at the metal scaffolding of the new
buildings nearby like a stack of brownies. I looked down and saw the lines of
palm tree bending way over and small things zipping helplessly around the
street bullied by the wind. This dramatic view had distracted and relieved me
from my hang over momentarily but alas only for that long.

 

I began my miserable spins again and I
lunched from the window and found the toilet bowl. I got rid of the little food
and liquid I had and then began to dig deep and try and expel my very soul.
Horrid acidic orange bile slowly and reluctantly was transported with every
painful involuntary spasm up my throat. My legs shook and I steadied myself
with one hand on the floor. I retched and retched again, heaving, doubling over,
dribbling unnatural bright orange foulness from my burning mouth. I stood up
and looked at my gray face in the mirror. A gloomy cloud rumbled over head and
I brushed the clammy sweat from my freezing shoulders and shook in the
bathroom.

 

I vowed whole heartedly never to drink again.
I shuffled to the water dispenser and quaffed a cupful. The acid reawakened cruelly
by the water. I rushed again to the bowl and shouted down the porcelain telephone
(I love that saying) and then had a quick attack of diarrhea. I could hear the
rain smacking and slapping against the windows and it was like the sound of a stampede
boring into my poor head. I wished that it would stop

 

From the moment I made the mistake of
opening my eyes this day I knew I should not have. I hosed myself off in the
shower and then went straight back to bed.

“do you want some food my Tim?” Sarah
lovingly asked.

 

“No” I crocked

 

“Maybe we could go to that volcano or the
aquarium today?” she tried again

 

“no”

 

I winched as I got back into bed and I
squeezed my eyes tightly shut in the vain hope it would make me feel better. I
fell asleep as the weather assaulted my windows, threw currents of electivity
all over the place and set clouds loose on each other and let them boom and
blast over my head.

 

I woke up again late at night feeling so
much better. I smiled as I realized my body had recovered and also that the
storm outside had exhausted its self. I opened up the windows again and smelled
the wet fresh air. The night calm. A few clouds sat still in the air and the full moon bathed the sky in silver

part151, sea food again


Friday, 25th, June, 2010. I
spent most of the late morning reading P G Wodehouse in our hot living room. I
was strewn across the sofa like a string of baking sea weed on a hot rock at
the beach, I had a towel under me to save from marking the sofa with my profuse
sweating. All the windows where open and on the odd heavenly occasion a breeze
would fly through the house showing me a little relief.

 

Later when I arrived at Shuang Dao School I
saw that a large portion of my students were waiting outside the classroom. I
saw the group muttering to its self furtively and as I approached they pushed
towards me the girl whose English was best and she informed me that another
teacher wanted to take my class “we want to say good bye to you because this is
our last lesson with you, we don’t want to have the other teachers lesson”,
said the wide eyed girl in a strange Australian and Chinese accent. I looked
into the classroom and indeed there was a teacher equipped with his microphone speaker
looking as if he was about to start the lesson.

 

Even before I contemplated telling the
teacher that he would have to phone my boss up and ask her if it was alright to
take my class but he just smiled and nodded at me and walked out of the class
room. As he did so all the students in the class erupted into joyous cheers at
the ousting of the unwelcome teacher. I checked the sudden positive feeling of
being popular and reminded myself that the class most probably just wanted to
have my lesson because I have been playing films every lesson for the last
month.

 

This lesson was no exception and we
finished off the film “nanny mcfee” a quirky children’s comedy and I had to
smile a bit at the end when the two main characters where about to get back
together when many of my students began to shout earnestly at the projector “
KISS HIM!!”, “KISS HER!!!”. When they did kiss another delighted cry went up.
By some chance the film credits began to roll up at exactly the same time the
bell rang and I left my junior class for the last time feeling it was a good
ending.

 

My second junior class was a different matter
altogether. The classroom in littered with thrown and left chairs, broken
desks, multi colored chalk ground into the tile floor and a thick atmosphere of
unrest more tangible than the insane heat. I entered this scene as a teacher
was ordering a student to do bunny hops around the teacher’s podium. The
teacher looked worn out and got out of the class as soon as the student got up
after his squats. I started the class as usual, with half the students missing
or going in or coming out of the classroom, the rest either reading magazines,
text books or sleeping. A few attentive students looking my way was all I was
given.

 

I used minimal effort and focused on the
four good students and left the rest to themselves until it all just got far
too noisy to even here the good students speaking. I ordered them all to stand
up and told them clearly that if they could all stop talking for one minute
then they were allowed to sit down.

 

 After 15 minutes of them all standing up and
being unable to be quiet for not even 15 seconds it dawned on me that maybe
they actually liked to stand up. I asked one of the especially loud and floppy
young men in the corner if he liked standing up. He told me to go and fuck my mother’s
cunt and sat down defiantly. I looked at the sullen wretch, in his dirty purple
t shirt and tight black jeans; he was one of the few students without a uniform
on. He looked at me with his ratty eyes and sneered. I calmly walked over to
him and pointed him outside; I grabbed his elbow and marched him with purpose
to the teacher’s office. The boy looked very scared as he entered the grownups
lair with his entire attitude evaporated. “waaaaaaaaaaa?” shouted one of the
male teachers as he saw me come in with the student. The teacher, a tall, wide ugly
man who I remember has a spitting problem, shot out of his seat and marched up
to the boy.

 

“Excuse me, what has he done?” he bellowed
at me.

 

He looked like an angry frog about to go to
war. I told him and the other teachers who had started to envelope around the
student and at each thing I told them they cried out and grabbed at the boy, threatening
him and giving him the odd clip around the head. At the end when I told the Mob
about what he said about my mother they became hysterical. “Leave this to us,
we will do it, I am so sorry for this”, Said the Frog teacher, his shoulders
looked square and he seemed like he was fully inflated. I left the boy to his gruesome
fate and went back to the class.

 

I reentered the classroom to find the rabble
of creatures had been replaced by a squad of stiff, hands by sides silent
soldiers, eyes fixed on the black board and attentive. “Does anyone else want
to go to the teacher’s office?” I shouted at them all. The minute of silence
passed quickly and then they sat down again and we had a lesson where everyone
acted like they were sitting on a very jumpy time bomb.

 

Later in the evening Sarah and I got a
crowded bus to the sea food area of Hai kuo. I was not so focused of finding
butterflies or large women on the bus today I was more worried about my smelly
t shirt I had put on by mistake. It smelt like mildew and something else I
cannot describe. Thankfully I had foreseen this unfortunate problem and had
packed a clean t shirt. We met Lindsay, Kyle and Adam at the sea food area. It’s
a huge market place selling all sorts of sea food and vegetables and other
animals, we even saw a sort of wild mongoose thingy in a mesh cage this time. It’s
all under a massive covered area. Around the market there are restaurants which
you take the sea food you have just brought and for a small price they cook
your chosen food. I think it’s a very good way to do you things. All the sea food
is alive so there isn’t much change of getting really sick. The only nuisance
is the restaurant pushers who forcibly follow you around and try and get you to
go to their restaurant.

 

 This
time Sarah was very strong and told anyone who approached her to stop following
her and go away. Kyle, Lindsay and myself generally hung back and just looked at
the swimming things in the polystyrene boxes while Sarah and Adam did all the bargaining
and buying. It really pays to have Chinese people to help you in these sorts of
situations. I would not have the faintest clue how much a crab would cost or a
shrimp or anything in this market.

 

We got bags of the stuff and while our
black wet bags jerked and twitched with life, we fought our way to a restaurant.
I was greatly looking forward to eating. We had crabs, deep sea fish, prawns, oysters,
clams, green vegetables, sour green chilies’, coconut pancakes and a few other
side dishes. It was exactly the right amount, we were all very full at the end
and not much food was wasted.

 

We were all just sitting back drinking and
digesting when an almighty crack and crash was heard behind us. We all looked
over at the other table behind me and saw a very large man being helped up by
his friends. He had broken one of the plastic chairs. He looked a bit serious
and maybe annoyed and then his crew walked off. I minute later a waitress
tapped me on the shoulder and asked me to double up my plastic chair as it was threatening
to give way as well.

part151, sea food again


Friday, 25th, June, 2010. I
spent most of the late morning reading P G Wodehouse in our hot living room. I
was strewn across the sofa like a string of baking sea weed on a hot rock at
the beach, I had a towel under me to save from marking the sofa with my profuse
sweating. All the windows where open and on the odd heavenly occasion a breeze
would fly through the house showing me a little relief.

 

Later when I arrived at Shuang Dao School I
saw that a large portion of my students were waiting outside the classroom. I
saw the group muttering to its self furtively and as I approached they pushed
towards me the girl whose English was best and she informed me that another
teacher wanted to take my class “we want to say good bye to you because this is
our last lesson with you, we don’t want to have the other teachers lesson”,
said the wide eyed girl in a strange Australian and Chinese accent. I looked
into the classroom and indeed there was a teacher equipped with his microphone speaker
looking as if he was about to start the lesson.

 

Even before I contemplated telling the
teacher that he would have to phone my boss up and ask her if it was alright to
take my class but he just smiled and nodded at me and walked out of the class
room. As he did so all the students in the class erupted into joyous cheers at
the ousting of the unwelcome teacher. I checked the sudden positive feeling of
being popular and reminded myself that the class most probably just wanted to
have my lesson because I have been playing films every lesson for the last
month.

 

This lesson was no exception and we
finished off the film “nanny mcfee” a quirky children’s comedy and I had to
smile a bit at the end when the two main characters where about to get back
together when many of my students began to shout earnestly at the projector “
KISS HIM!!”, “KISS HER!!!”. When they did kiss another delighted cry went up.
By some chance the film credits began to roll up at exactly the same time the
bell rang and I left my junior class for the last time feeling it was a good
ending.

 

My second junior class was a different matter
altogether. The classroom in littered with thrown and left chairs, broken
desks, multi colored chalk ground into the tile floor and a thick atmosphere of
unrest more tangible than the insane heat. I entered this scene as a teacher
was ordering a student to do bunny hops around the teacher’s podium. The
teacher looked worn out and got out of the class as soon as the student got up
after his squats. I started the class as usual, with half the students missing
or going in or coming out of the classroom, the rest either reading magazines,
text books or sleeping. A few attentive students looking my way was all I was
given.

 

I used minimal effort and focused on the
four good students and left the rest to themselves until it all just got far
too noisy to even here the good students speaking. I ordered them all to stand
up and told them clearly that if they could all stop talking for one minute
then they were allowed to sit down.

 

 After 15 minutes of them all standing up and
being unable to be quiet for not even 15 seconds it dawned on me that maybe
they actually liked to stand up. I asked one of the especially loud and floppy
young men in the corner if he liked standing up. He told me to go and fuck my mother’s
cunt and sat down defiantly. I looked at the sullen wretch, in his dirty purple
t shirt and tight black jeans; he was one of the few students without a uniform
on. He looked at me with his ratty eyes and sneered. I calmly walked over to
him and pointed him outside; I grabbed his elbow and marched him with purpose
to the teacher’s office. The boy looked very scared as he entered the grownups
lair with his entire attitude evaporated. “waaaaaaaaaaa?” shouted one of the
male teachers as he saw me come in with the student. The teacher, a tall, wide ugly
man who I remember has a spitting problem, shot out of his seat and marched up
to the boy.

 

“Excuse me, what has he done?” he bellowed
at me.

 

He looked like an angry frog about to go to
war. I told him and the other teachers who had started to envelope around the
student and at each thing I told them they cried out and grabbed at the boy, threatening
him and giving him the odd clip around the head. At the end when I told the Mob
about what he said about my mother they became hysterical. “Leave this to us,
we will do it, I am so sorry for this”, Said the Frog teacher, his shoulders
looked square and he seemed like he was fully inflated. I left the boy to his gruesome
fate and went back to the class.

 

I reentered the classroom to find the rabble
of creatures had been replaced by a squad of stiff, hands by sides silent
soldiers, eyes fixed on the black board and attentive. “Does anyone else want
to go to the teacher’s office?” I shouted at them all. The minute of silence
passed quickly and then they sat down again and we had a lesson where everyone
acted like they were sitting on a very jumpy time bomb.

 

Later in the evening Sarah and I got a
crowded bus to the sea food area of Hai kuo. I was not so focused of finding
butterflies or large women on the bus today I was more worried about my smelly
t shirt I had put on by mistake. It smelt like mildew and something else I
cannot describe. Thankfully I had foreseen this unfortunate problem and had
packed a clean t shirt. We met Lindsay, Kyle and Adam at the sea food area. It’s
a huge market place selling all sorts of sea food and vegetables and other
animals, we even saw a sort of wild mongoose thingy in a mesh cage this time. It’s
all under a massive covered area. Around the market there are restaurants which
you take the sea food you have just brought and for a small price they cook
your chosen food. I think it’s a very good way to do you things. All the sea food
is alive so there isn’t much change of getting really sick. The only nuisance
is the restaurant pushers who forcibly follow you around and try and get you to
go to their restaurant.

 

 This
time Sarah was very strong and told anyone who approached her to stop following
her and go away. Kyle, Lindsay and myself generally hung back and just looked at
the swimming things in the polystyrene boxes while Sarah and Adam did all the bargaining
and buying. It really pays to have Chinese people to help you in these sorts of
situations. I would not have the faintest clue how much a crab would cost or a
shrimp or anything in this market.

 

We got bags of the stuff and while our
black wet bags jerked and twitched with life, we fought our way to a restaurant.
I was greatly looking forward to eating. We had crabs, deep sea fish, prawns, oysters,
clams, green vegetables, sour green chilies’, coconut pancakes and a few other
side dishes. It was exactly the right amount, we were all very full at the end
and not much food was wasted.

 

We were all just sitting back drinking and
digesting when an almighty crack and crash was heard behind us. We all looked
over at the other table behind me and saw a very large man being helped up by
his friends. He had broken one of the plastic chairs. He looked a bit serious
and maybe annoyed and then his crew walked off. I minute later a waitress
tapped me on the shoulder and asked me to double up my plastic chair as it was threatening
to give way as well.

part149 a bus ride


Thursday, 24th, June, 2010.
Another productive day. Chinese lesson, martial arts on the roof, lots of
reading and now blogging. I could get used to all this. Because my lesson in
the afternoon was canceled I had another day off. I had already gone to work
but no one else turned up so I called Catherine my boss and she told me that
the class was not on, and that I would be paid for it as I had turned up and
was not told beforehand. I was about to go to the gym when I thought how I had
2 hours to kill before my Yoga and cycling classes started so I just hoped on
the first bus I saw and went where ever it took me.

 

I took my out to the suburbs and the dense
construction areas in Hai kou. Crowds of shirtless wiry muscle men crouching like
monkeys smoked foot long cigarettes rolled with newspapers and others had bongs
made out of bamboo. Vast gray building sites swirling gray dust with dirty
tired workers trudging lethargically around not working very hard at all. I saw
a blue steel fence being taken down. It consisted of a very tanned angry woman bashing
at the base of the thing with a metal rod while 10 or so even more tanned male
workers sat on a large concrete cylinder smoking and numbly watching the woman
struggle away. And that was as much work as I saw going on. I would do the same
if I was being paid the same as them and having to live in a tent on the
building site for months and months. I hear a lot of them never even get paid.

 

We slowly made our way out of the stark
construction scene, leaving behind the feeling that China is made by the poor
and enjoyed by the rich. That was my last thought as we entered the slightly
more developed part of Haikou again. Small hole in the wall shops, repairing
shops, phone shops and restaurants crawled past my view and I though how much
variety the small shops offer in comparison to the big chain stores…but at
least the chain stores have air con and they don’t cheat you.

 

A butterfly came on the bus with a few
other passengers at one of the stops. I saw a school girl intently watch it
flutter against the window and an old man sitting next to me also raised his wizened
head and looked at it with interested eyes. I was thinking about getting up and
catching it and letting it off at the next stop and how if I didn’t catch it at
first everyone would be watching me and it would all be embarrassing and I
would feel like a dick when a young man got up and went to the front of the bus
and roughly grabbed and pinched it by the wings. I clenched my teeth and though
how you should never touch a butter fly on the wings they are so delicate. Both
the old man and the school girl sat up and stared as the young man went and sat
back now on his seat with the butterfly pressed in his dirty fingers. The old
man mumbled something in Hainanese which I took to be “ are you going to let it
off the bus?”, the young man nodded and they spoke for a moment. The old man
looked content with the butterfly’s future. Myself and the school girl both
seemed a bit perturbed about the way the man was handling the thing.

 

Later when the man got off the bus we all
watched as he walked away still pinching the butterfly, then as we pulled away
again in the bus, without ever looking at it he just discarded it on the road
and it floated down to the ground unmoving, wings drooping until a electric
motor bike ran over it. The way the young man casually dropped it like the
plastic from a cigarette packet deeply disturbed me.

 

We wound around small roads and then came onto
a 4 lane motor way which had a sign post saying “Sanya” ( sanya being the opposite
side of the island over 5 hours away by bus). I got a little freaked as I
envisaged myself taking a bus to Sanya and then having to call Sarah and explain
everything. I wished I hadn’t go on the bus in the first place but then it
quickly turned off and went down to a small road again, much to my relief and
it went round and down on a circler road, driving like a speed demon I was
slowly pinned to the wall by the inertia of the drivers antics. I saw a school
girl on the road ahead looking back and talking at her friends as she crossed
in front of the bus, I thought I was about to witness my first death my bus
incident but she got out of the was a millisecond before the bus hit her. I looked
back on the road behind and the girl was standing open mouthed on the road marveling
at her near death experience while the bus kept on hurtling along. Another day
on the dangerous roads of China.

 

We then came to a road where many other
busses had stopped and I realized I was the last person on the bus as it
stopped. The driver gave me a sneer as if to say “lost foreigner doesn’t know
where he is going” and got off the bus with his clip board and lit a cigarette.
I crossed the road and got the next bus going down another road. It was a very
new bus with crisp air conditioning and actual buttons which worked when you
want the bus to stop. Classical music was soothingly warbling out of the
speakers as the bus went back into the developed part of the city. I saw a midget
driving a 3 wheel motor bike with baskets stacked 5 high on the back full of
ducks and he gave me a funny look! There were 4 other people on the bus and a
girl got on and sat next to me. There were many other places but she sat next
to me. I thought she was going to talk to me or practice her English but she just
sat there until her stop came and she got off. Why did she sit next to me?
Maybe it was because she wanted to talk to me but she was too shy. Not shy
enough to sit next to me, but too shy to talk to me. Sound like the sort of
thing I would do, just go and occupy a space and expect a person to talk to me.
We probably would have got on famously; she was so pretty as well. Small, thin,
with large brown eyes and short hair. She had the short shorts on as well,
which I always appreciate. It’s interesting because on the bottom half Chinese girls
dress like a prostitute would in the west, meaning that almost every girl in Haikou
wares shiny black shorts which go up to the buttocks or jean shorts of a similar
length (or lack of it). But when it comes to showing cleavage or anything on
the top its very conservative in China as a general rule. Chinese people will
gasp and stare when they see someone with the tiniest amount of cleavage showing
but no one will bat an eye lid if a girl is waring leather hot pants the size
of an inch.

 

Later a very fat girl plonked herself next
to me. She was also quite pretty and I was just thinking if it would be rude to
shift my sweaty arm from her sweaty arm when a pious flowery big hat lady got
up from the front of the bus and approached the fat woman and gave her a gym
promotion leaflet looking down on her as if she had cancer or something. She
gave a supportive smile to the large girl beside me and then twirled around and
went back to her seat. The girl beside me took the leaflet and folded it and
bowed her head. She looked stone faced but I could feel the embarrassment and
resentment oozing out of her. I wanted to slap the stupid bint in the face who
gave her the gym leaflet.

 

Comeuppance came up when the fat girl got
up from her stop and the gym girl was standing near the exit door when another
school girl ran in front of the bus. The breaks slammed on and the fat girl who
had just got up, shot to the front of the bus like a mad bowling ball, she
grabbed the steel pole by the exit as she wobbles to find her balance, she
swung around as she circulated the steel pole with vicious momentum and managed
to violently smash and squash the gym girl and 3 other passengers against the unopened
bus door. It was incredibly funny and I felt very warm inside as the gym girl uncrushed
her stupidly big flowery hat and pretended like nothing was wrong.

 

I then went to the gym in the evening and
had a grueling yoga lesson and cycling class and then went home and that’s where
I am up to now…so there!

Part147


Tuesday, 22nd, June, 2010. I was
very tired again this morning, I had a stressful dream that I was teaching a
class and I had no plan and I was just panicking and feeling tense. I had two
VIP students who were going to try and get into Singapore University and I was
teaching them some basic interview questions. Singapore University is a hard
place to get into and your English has to be pretty good to pass the interview.
I started playing a game with the two teenagers and I asked them to play word
ping pong. Where you say a word( for instance “book”) and then your opponent
has to say another word which relates to the word ( for instance with the word “book”
maybe “read” would be related and so on). They said they understood. I started
the game off and said “tree”, one of the students said in Chinese “what does
tree mean?”. It was doomed to fail from the start but like all my lessons I
worked with what I had and in general we had fun but not to my credit I think
it was to do with the fact we had two 16 year olds of opposing sex sitting
close together and they could not take their eyes off each other. It was
interesting to see them stare at each other furtively and giggle at nothing.

 

Later I went to the gym and practiced Chinese
and some stick techniques on the roof. Then Adam, Kyle and Lindsey came round
and Sarah and Adam cooked an amazing meal of, pork which tastes like fish,
ribs, aborigine and potatoes, stir fry and chicken and chilly. We had a good
chat in the heat and then much later everyone went home.

 

I have heeded my wise Aunts comments and I
will not write the rest of my latest story until I have sobered up a bit to
save it from the ravages of swishy washy….ness