On Saturday I had to teach my 3.1 class (my favorite students). Usually I don't teach at all on Saturdays, but this was a special deal because a bunch of parents were on campus, attending classes with their kids. About an hour before class I realized that I hadn't typed anything up to give to the parents as a sort of "welcome to class" formality. I went to the administration building--which houses the one printer and one photocopier on campus, that all 100 teachers share--to quickly type something up. As I was printing out these cheesy and impersonal letters, I was approached by our human resource director--one of two people who met us at the airport when we arrived--who wanted me to follow her to her office. I walked in, and there was our surprise guest, all smiles and mustache. It was an older man, and I had no idea who he was. He was very excited to see me, though, so I pretended that I recognized him, enthusiastically shaking his hand and saying "Ni hao" over and over. He showed me one of my old business cards--one that still said Asian Affairs Center and had my email address written in pen. Then he handed me one of his cards. All in Chinese. The only thing I recognized was a yin yang. I apologetically told both of them that I had to go to class, and they somehow communicated that Mr. Mustache would wait in the office until my class was over. I walked to my office, and I showed the business card to the first person I saw. It was my colleague, Bill, and he explained that the man was a professor of Chinese medicine. I immediately remembered him then.
I ran to my class with a few minutes to spare, and I stood outside the door with all the students' relatives, peeking in at my 3rd graders and their math teacher. According to my schedule, my class was supposed to be from 9:00-9:40. The math teacher went over by about five minutes, though, and had to be asked to finish class. A whole group of people was ushered into my tiny classroom. Not only was the classroom jam-packed with my students; but also with moms, dads, sisters, grandmas and 8 other Chinese teachers. All watching me teach their kids. In Korea, when there was a similar "experiment", it was really funny to watch all the kids clam up and become shy. This was not the case with my students this time, however. Before I even set my bag down or opened my book, little kids were all around me, pulling my arms and hugging me and giving me fake kisses. It was almost like they were proud to show off their foreign teacher to their parents: "look, mom and dad, this is the American lady that I get to see everyday and you don't..." It was a really cool feeling. Bill got up and introduced me to the parents (in Chinese) while I passed out my letters (in English) to all of these people who wanted me to prove myself.
So we started talking about seasons and weather, doing some dialogues from the book, along with some dialogues that I had typed up myself. The day before I had taught them all the "How's the Weather?" song, using their new vocabulary. It went over really well, but I was a little nervous that they wouldn't be able to deliver in front of their parents. But they stood up and sang (screamed) all five verses. Twice. Proudly. It was awesome. There was a Chinese teacher running around the room, taking pictures and video of the kids singing and of all the parents clapping.
After that it was 9:45, and even though I was having a good time with the kids and their parents, I also had a visitor waiting for me. I announced that class was over and that I had to go, and all the Chinese teachers started saying "class is not over. 5 more minutes...10 more minutes..." I showed them my schedule that said 9:00-9:40 and tried to explain that I had a visitor waiting for me. This all went on in front of the parents, so I hope it didn't look too unprofessional. But this day in particular, I wasn't willing to stay later just because I was forced to start later--it wasn't my bad.
Rory was waiting for me in my office. I told him about our visitor, and we walked up to the director's office. It was all a really funny and odd encounter. This man spoke no English, and we speak very, very little Chinese. But he was very friendly. After we had first been in Weihai for (maybe)a week, we took a public bus from downtown back to our school. We sat next to our "surprise visitor" on the bus that day. Luckily, at that time, there was a young woman on the bus who spoke English really well, so she translated for us. The man talked about Chinese medicine and how he would love to teach us some time. I gave him my makeshift business card, we got off of the bus, and we didn't really think anything of it. Until we were sitting across from him in the HR office of our school more than a month later. He had evidently remembered where we worked, and he had hunted us down to formally invite us to his home and to learn Chinese medicine (acupuncture and massage).
It sounds really interesting, so we accepted his invitation, and we will meet him this weekend. We'll have to start learning some more Chinese, though. I'm sure we will learn very specific things, like "needle" and "pain", but overall our Chinese should improve, just from being around this man. We'll see what happens, but how's that for a distinctly Chinese experience? I mean, we can bring back chopsticks and tea sets and things like that as gifts for people when we ultimately leave China, but if we brought back some massage and acupuncture techniques (learned from a real Chinese doctor), that would be pretty cool, too. China rules!
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Thursday, April 19, 2007
"I was on a island..."
We finally made it out to Liugong Island, and now that I think about it--that's the only island I've ever been to. Neat! When we were walking around downtown on Friday, we saw signs for Liugong that had all these pictures of temples, and it sort of looked like a magical place. I mean, even the billboards called it an "enchanting isle...". So we decided to come back on Saturday, spend a little chunk of money and get out to this island.
We rode the bus downtown and got to the ferry terminal with minutes to spare. We paid for our round trip ferry tickets and hopped on the boat. At lunch I had taken some dramamine, just in case. Once, I was on a deep sea fishing boat in the Gulf of Mexico on a fishing expedition. For more than 6 hours we were out at sea, in this choppy water. Initially (as in, like, the first 20-30 minutes), I was having the time of my life, making fun of all of these little kids barfing off the side of the boat. And then the motion sickness kicked in, and I joined their ranks. For the next five hours. I didn't want a repeat, even if it was only a 20 minute ferry ride to an island 4 km away from Weihai. But there were no problems. We stood on the highest deck of the boat against a railing, leaning over and looking out at the approaching island and all of these huge fishing boats that seemed to just appear out of the fog. It was almost otherworldly (then again, everything is otherwordly over here). There was some guy on the ferry (who was maybe famous), and he had a cameraman following him around everywhere, taking pictures. So he made sure to take a picture with us. Maybe that's going to be in some Chinese version of Tiger Beat magazine or something soon.
We made it to the island, and even the ferry terminal was impressive. From the outside it looked like a building that ninjas would scale down in a movie, right before they get annihilated by Jet Li or something. But instead of ninjas, the building was full of all of these little shops; selling binoculars, drinks, cigarettes, swords and anything (and everything) that could conceivably be made out of shells. We opted for the temple tour, paid another fee, and we were on our way. We were surrounded by all kinds of interesting and completely foreign (obviously, to us) vegetation. Yes, there were your standard bonsai trees--which we incredible!--but there were also these taller trees that looked like giant yuccas, with some type of heavy duty twine wrapped all the way around their trunk parts. Landscape architecture is something that is taken very seriously here in China. Even on our campus, there are a few different people in charge of landscaping. On the bus to Rizhao, too, we saw an entire, massive tree being transported from one spot to the other on the back of a huge, industrial truck (like when you see those "oversize load" mobile homes being trucked down the highway in the US). It makes me look forward to springtime. I'm sure it will be beautiful--things are just now starting to bloom...
Once inside the initial walls of the temple, we were amidst a labyrinth of different buildings and sculptures. We looked up towards the top of the main mountain--"main" as in it's the first peak you see when you get off of the ferry--and saw another impressive temple, with all of these little teacup-looking, two-person cable cars that ran from the base of the mountain to the top. They looked scary. And rickety. And distinctly Chinese. And I was determined to ride in one.
We wandered around these different scenic sites--taking pictures, walking up inside temples and going to the "British folks are bad for occupying Weihai" museum. We walked into one building that had these giant, barbarian-looking statues in it. The second we walked in, this table full of Chinese twenty-somethings who were sitting behind a table, dressed in similar garb as the statues, started laughing at us. I don't know why, but I have to guess it's because they could sense how hilarious and entertaining we are. I'm sure that was it. We took pictures and left.
I should mention that once when I was visiting the royal gorge with Jamie and a friend, we thought it would be a good idea to ride a cable car, too. Over the royal gorge. Long way down. We waited in a line for a long time, and once we got to be next in line, I chickened out. I just couldn't do it. I'm not necessarily afraid of heights, but something about a car dangling from a wire, full of 20 other people I didn't know seemed really scary. And it was a looooong way down, let me tell you. But we walked into this little cable car building next to the temple to check out prices, and I thought "hell yeah we're riding one of these cars." I mean, there was a little certificate on the wall that said the establishment had passed the "rope safety" test. In the nineties... So we paid some more money, got in a car and started our ascent. Initially I thought I was going to freak out--I told Rory I would have my eyes closed the entire time, but I didn't even do that. It wasn't bad at all. It was actually really nice. It wasn't too windy; it was a long, slow ride; and there were plenty of cool things to look at and take pictures of along the way. When we first got into the cable car, there weren't any other passengers in cars going up or coming down, so the machine was stopped, we could take our time getting in and out of the car. But once we got up to the top, some other folks had decided to take a ride also, so they didn't stop the ride at all. A Chinese man met us at the top; he quickly opened the door of our teacup--while it was still moving--hurried us out and told us not to hit our heads. It was pretty funny, but it was okay because it was moving very slowly. Still, it struck me as very odd. On a busy day in the summer you could have some kids in jeopardy of riding back down the mountain, half in and half out of one of these little cars. It was the same when we got back in the car to ride down. Too funny.
We descended the mountain, and the view coming down was even better than when we went up. We could see so much of the island, the mountains, the water, everything. It was nice. At the bottom we decided to get back on the ferry, head back and eat some food. The boat ride back was great, too. We were moving much faster this time, and we got to see different parts of the island (that we'll have to explore next time). There was a trio of older Chinese businessmen on the top deck with us, and they were taking all kinds of funny pictures on the boat, trying to look regal and get all of these "good" shots of each other with the wind and the seaspray. It was funny.
Once we were back on the mainland, we decided to go eat at a restaurant that had quickly become our favorite around school. The food was really good, the friendly waitress always recommended something delicious, and they didn't screw us over with prices. So we went there and ordered our eggplant dish that we're addicted to, this pork rib and dumpling plate that we'd had the time before (that was awesome) and something else she suggested, but we didn't know what it was. When the first two plates came out, the eggplant was great--as usual--but something about the pork rib dish was "off." It didn't taste bad, it just wasn't as good as the time before; like we'd gotten the bottom of the barrel or something (some questionable pieces of meat, anyway). Then the lady came out with this giant plate of fried bugs. Maybe beetles. This was the dish she told us we would love. She could sense our skepticism and encouraged us to eat anyway, telling us how delicious it was in Chinese. So we ate a few bugs. Rory ate a few more than me, but I really just couldn't do it. And the more room temperature they got, the more they smelled like earth and those gross bondaeggi beetles in Korea. Anyway.
Several hours later we had food poisoning. Two bodies fighting for bathroom time. With a squatter. I don't need to go into too much detail, but it was horrible. We don't think it was the bugs that did it, either--I mean, they were just pure, fried, disgusting protein. But that meat! Something was off about it. And even thinking about it makes me want to ralph. Anyway, it's been a rough week, recovering and everything; trying to convince our bodies that we like food. Last night was a good sign, though. We played basketball with some other teachers and colleagues. Rory and I look like Shaquille and Kareem over here. It's awesome. I get to post up again, because I'm a few inches taller than damn near everyone.
On Saturday we're supposed to have a "surprise" visitor here at the school. We have no idea who it will be, but we keep getting these hints from Rebecca, who is getting them from someone else. Hints like: "this person may be your friend", "this person knows you but you may or may not know this person" and "this person will wait for you in the director's office...". We don't even really have a hunch as to who it will be, but you can bet your buns there will be a blog about it.
We rode the bus downtown and got to the ferry terminal with minutes to spare. We paid for our round trip ferry tickets and hopped on the boat. At lunch I had taken some dramamine, just in case. Once, I was on a deep sea fishing boat in the Gulf of Mexico on a fishing expedition. For more than 6 hours we were out at sea, in this choppy water. Initially (as in, like, the first 20-30 minutes), I was having the time of my life, making fun of all of these little kids barfing off the side of the boat. And then the motion sickness kicked in, and I joined their ranks. For the next five hours. I didn't want a repeat, even if it was only a 20 minute ferry ride to an island 4 km away from Weihai. But there were no problems. We stood on the highest deck of the boat against a railing, leaning over and looking out at the approaching island and all of these huge fishing boats that seemed to just appear out of the fog. It was almost otherworldly (then again, everything is otherwordly over here). There was some guy on the ferry (who was maybe famous), and he had a cameraman following him around everywhere, taking pictures. So he made sure to take a picture with us. Maybe that's going to be in some Chinese version of Tiger Beat magazine or something soon.
We made it to the island, and even the ferry terminal was impressive. From the outside it looked like a building that ninjas would scale down in a movie, right before they get annihilated by Jet Li or something. But instead of ninjas, the building was full of all of these little shops; selling binoculars, drinks, cigarettes, swords and anything (and everything) that could conceivably be made out of shells. We opted for the temple tour, paid another fee, and we were on our way. We were surrounded by all kinds of interesting and completely foreign (obviously, to us) vegetation. Yes, there were your standard bonsai trees--which we incredible!--but there were also these taller trees that looked like giant yuccas, with some type of heavy duty twine wrapped all the way around their trunk parts. Landscape architecture is something that is taken very seriously here in China. Even on our campus, there are a few different people in charge of landscaping. On the bus to Rizhao, too, we saw an entire, massive tree being transported from one spot to the other on the back of a huge, industrial truck (like when you see those "oversize load" mobile homes being trucked down the highway in the US). It makes me look forward to springtime. I'm sure it will be beautiful--things are just now starting to bloom...
Once inside the initial walls of the temple, we were amidst a labyrinth of different buildings and sculptures. We looked up towards the top of the main mountain--"main" as in it's the first peak you see when you get off of the ferry--and saw another impressive temple, with all of these little teacup-looking, two-person cable cars that ran from the base of the mountain to the top. They looked scary. And rickety. And distinctly Chinese. And I was determined to ride in one.
We wandered around these different scenic sites--taking pictures, walking up inside temples and going to the "British folks are bad for occupying Weihai" museum. We walked into one building that had these giant, barbarian-looking statues in it. The second we walked in, this table full of Chinese twenty-somethings who were sitting behind a table, dressed in similar garb as the statues, started laughing at us. I don't know why, but I have to guess it's because they could sense how hilarious and entertaining we are. I'm sure that was it. We took pictures and left.
I should mention that once when I was visiting the royal gorge with Jamie and a friend, we thought it would be a good idea to ride a cable car, too. Over the royal gorge. Long way down. We waited in a line for a long time, and once we got to be next in line, I chickened out. I just couldn't do it. I'm not necessarily afraid of heights, but something about a car dangling from a wire, full of 20 other people I didn't know seemed really scary. And it was a looooong way down, let me tell you. But we walked into this little cable car building next to the temple to check out prices, and I thought "hell yeah we're riding one of these cars." I mean, there was a little certificate on the wall that said the establishment had passed the "rope safety" test. In the nineties... So we paid some more money, got in a car and started our ascent. Initially I thought I was going to freak out--I told Rory I would have my eyes closed the entire time, but I didn't even do that. It wasn't bad at all. It was actually really nice. It wasn't too windy; it was a long, slow ride; and there were plenty of cool things to look at and take pictures of along the way. When we first got into the cable car, there weren't any other passengers in cars going up or coming down, so the machine was stopped, we could take our time getting in and out of the car. But once we got up to the top, some other folks had decided to take a ride also, so they didn't stop the ride at all. A Chinese man met us at the top; he quickly opened the door of our teacup--while it was still moving--hurried us out and told us not to hit our heads. It was pretty funny, but it was okay because it was moving very slowly. Still, it struck me as very odd. On a busy day in the summer you could have some kids in jeopardy of riding back down the mountain, half in and half out of one of these little cars. It was the same when we got back in the car to ride down. Too funny.
We descended the mountain, and the view coming down was even better than when we went up. We could see so much of the island, the mountains, the water, everything. It was nice. At the bottom we decided to get back on the ferry, head back and eat some food. The boat ride back was great, too. We were moving much faster this time, and we got to see different parts of the island (that we'll have to explore next time). There was a trio of older Chinese businessmen on the top deck with us, and they were taking all kinds of funny pictures on the boat, trying to look regal and get all of these "good" shots of each other with the wind and the seaspray. It was funny.
Once we were back on the mainland, we decided to go eat at a restaurant that had quickly become our favorite around school. The food was really good, the friendly waitress always recommended something delicious, and they didn't screw us over with prices. So we went there and ordered our eggplant dish that we're addicted to, this pork rib and dumpling plate that we'd had the time before (that was awesome) and something else she suggested, but we didn't know what it was. When the first two plates came out, the eggplant was great--as usual--but something about the pork rib dish was "off." It didn't taste bad, it just wasn't as good as the time before; like we'd gotten the bottom of the barrel or something (some questionable pieces of meat, anyway). Then the lady came out with this giant plate of fried bugs. Maybe beetles. This was the dish she told us we would love. She could sense our skepticism and encouraged us to eat anyway, telling us how delicious it was in Chinese. So we ate a few bugs. Rory ate a few more than me, but I really just couldn't do it. And the more room temperature they got, the more they smelled like earth and those gross bondaeggi beetles in Korea. Anyway.
Several hours later we had food poisoning. Two bodies fighting for bathroom time. With a squatter. I don't need to go into too much detail, but it was horrible. We don't think it was the bugs that did it, either--I mean, they were just pure, fried, disgusting protein. But that meat! Something was off about it. And even thinking about it makes me want to ralph. Anyway, it's been a rough week, recovering and everything; trying to convince our bodies that we like food. Last night was a good sign, though. We played basketball with some other teachers and colleagues. Rory and I look like Shaquille and Kareem over here. It's awesome. I get to post up again, because I'm a few inches taller than damn near everyone.
On Saturday we're supposed to have a "surprise" visitor here at the school. We have no idea who it will be, but we keep getting these hints from Rebecca, who is getting them from someone else. Hints like: "this person may be your friend", "this person knows you but you may or may not know this person" and "this person will wait for you in the director's office...". We don't even really have a hunch as to who it will be, but you can bet your buns there will be a blog about it.
Monday, April 16, 2007
Chinese silk--better than a key to the city!
Thursday night kicked off the start of our long weekend here at school. Every other weekend we have a three-day weekend--most of the students go home or to homestays here in town, and if you are lucky (like one of my Korean students, Natalie) your parents are rich enough to own a second home here in Weihai for you to stay at on the weekends. So Natalie gets to go hang out with basically no supervision, just her and her 18-year-old sister, who is one of Rory's students. Though we don't have anywhere to "escape" to--Weihai is our escape--we did have an out-of-town visitor on Thursday. He's the mayor of Changyi, a county here in our province, relatively close to us (3.5 hours by car). Mayor Ma was one of a group of about 20 visitors to UMC, all government officials from Shandong province, but he was the only mayor. Jamie was his English Conversation Partner back home, but I hung out with him a lot, too; we went to the capitol together, we visited Central Dairy and our folks' home, we would go eat at Uprise when Rory was working, and his entire Shandong delegation invited Jamie and me over to their apartment for a traditional Shandong meal. That's where we ate sea cucumber for the first (and only) time. He was going to be in Weihai on Thursday, leaving Friday morning. We didn't know what to expect when he first mentioned that he might have time to see us. Would we go to his hotel and meet his other government friends from Weifang? Would we meet him out later to go around town? Would he come to our dorm room? What sort of gift should we give him? What should we wear?
After talking with Mayor Ma a little more, it became very clear that he didn't have much time to spend with us, which we understood--he's a freaking mayor--he was here in Weihai on business. He called after his big official dinner, and asked us what time he should meet us at our school. I told him that he didn't need to come all the way out to our school, we could just meet him somewhere. But he insisted on meeting us at the school gate, telling us that he had a car and a driver. Okay, we were sold. So we met him down at the gate. I tried to explain to him that no one was on campus, because it had basically shut down so all the kids could go home. But he wanted to see our room anyway. The gate was closed, so we were trying to explain that you have to get permission to go inside (especially with a car). Mayor Ma and his driver got out and talked to our favorite guards, and you could get the heirarchical muscles flexing. "That's right, I'm the mayor!" The gate opened, we all had a good laugh about the fact that a mayor is friends with two white folks who can't speak any Chinese, and then drove back up to our room. We were really embarrassed, because all we have is a dorm room. With a squatter. For the mayor. Granted, we didn't choose where we're living, but you certainly want to impress the mayor with your pad. It hadn't even occurred to us that he might want to hang out in our room with us, so luckily it was clean. He explained that he couldn't stay long because he had to leave at 8:00 in the morning; we were just impressed that he was there. I mean, he had so little time in Weihai, yet it was important to him to see us. He came in carrying two bags of gifts for us: one bag had a wide array of fruits, and the other bag had two sets of silk pajamas. Rory had already done some research on Changyi, so he knew that this particular county is famous for silk; his reward for learning about Mayor Ma's town was that his pajamas actually fit. Of course I figured they wouldn't fit me. I've got birthing hips. So basically we sat in our room and looked at a big map of China on the computer, while Mayor Ma told us all of the must see destinations--"...if [we] have little time, go here. If [we] have much time, go here..." It was great. He was comparing all of these places in China to places he'd visited (or places he knew about) in the United States. It was a nice frame of reference. We walked him back out to his car, where his "driver" got out and handed us his business card, saying "if you ever need help here in Weihai, let me know." Turns out his driver was the Vice Director of "Weihai Huancui The District Party Committee Office". I'm not necessarily sure what that entails, but we've got one more government dude on our side, should we need it. Part of the reason we wanted to come to Weihai in the first place--besides the sweet locale--is because of the government connections we'd made in the U.S.
Sometime in the near future, either with Jamie or with Gary or with both, we will visit Changyi. It's a smaller county (maybe only 670,000 people), but it's going to be really exciting to see Mayor Ma in his element, schmoozing with all his cronies, telling us how "bad [his] English is...", even though it's a lot better than I remember it being in the US. When I first spoke with him on the phone a few weeks ago, he made sure to end his conversation by saying "you and your sister and your husband are my three best [American] friends..." It seemed like such a nice thing to say. And after his made his pit stop to our shabby little dorm room, bearing gifts of silk and fruit, it really made us feel important here in China, if only for an hour or so. What a great place to be!
After talking with Mayor Ma a little more, it became very clear that he didn't have much time to spend with us, which we understood--he's a freaking mayor--he was here in Weihai on business. He called after his big official dinner, and asked us what time he should meet us at our school. I told him that he didn't need to come all the way out to our school, we could just meet him somewhere. But he insisted on meeting us at the school gate, telling us that he had a car and a driver. Okay, we were sold. So we met him down at the gate. I tried to explain to him that no one was on campus, because it had basically shut down so all the kids could go home. But he wanted to see our room anyway. The gate was closed, so we were trying to explain that you have to get permission to go inside (especially with a car). Mayor Ma and his driver got out and talked to our favorite guards, and you could get the heirarchical muscles flexing. "That's right, I'm the mayor!" The gate opened, we all had a good laugh about the fact that a mayor is friends with two white folks who can't speak any Chinese, and then drove back up to our room. We were really embarrassed, because all we have is a dorm room. With a squatter. For the mayor. Granted, we didn't choose where we're living, but you certainly want to impress the mayor with your pad. It hadn't even occurred to us that he might want to hang out in our room with us, so luckily it was clean. He explained that he couldn't stay long because he had to leave at 8:00 in the morning; we were just impressed that he was there. I mean, he had so little time in Weihai, yet it was important to him to see us. He came in carrying two bags of gifts for us: one bag had a wide array of fruits, and the other bag had two sets of silk pajamas. Rory had already done some research on Changyi, so he knew that this particular county is famous for silk; his reward for learning about Mayor Ma's town was that his pajamas actually fit. Of course I figured they wouldn't fit me. I've got birthing hips. So basically we sat in our room and looked at a big map of China on the computer, while Mayor Ma told us all of the must see destinations--"...if [we] have little time, go here. If [we] have much time, go here..." It was great. He was comparing all of these places in China to places he'd visited (or places he knew about) in the United States. It was a nice frame of reference. We walked him back out to his car, where his "driver" got out and handed us his business card, saying "if you ever need help here in Weihai, let me know." Turns out his driver was the Vice Director of "Weihai Huancui The District Party Committee Office". I'm not necessarily sure what that entails, but we've got one more government dude on our side, should we need it. Part of the reason we wanted to come to Weihai in the first place--besides the sweet locale--is because of the government connections we'd made in the U.S.
Sometime in the near future, either with Jamie or with Gary or with both, we will visit Changyi. It's a smaller county (maybe only 670,000 people), but it's going to be really exciting to see Mayor Ma in his element, schmoozing with all his cronies, telling us how "bad [his] English is...", even though it's a lot better than I remember it being in the US. When I first spoke with him on the phone a few weeks ago, he made sure to end his conversation by saying "you and your sister and your husband are my three best [American] friends..." It seemed like such a nice thing to say. And after his made his pit stop to our shabby little dorm room, bearing gifts of silk and fruit, it really made us feel important here in China, if only for an hour or so. What a great place to be!
Sunday, April 15, 2007
LiuGong Dao
Ok. So since we bought our map of the city we've been wanting to check out the big island a couple miles off the coast. Well, we finally did. It was a b-last. So here's the video and some pictures. Make sure to check the older pages, because I don't think it all fits on the first one. Word. Enjoy.
Sunday, April 8, 2007
Random Pictures
Hey all. I just threw up some pictures from the last couple of weeks. There's no rhyme or reason to them, I just thought you might think they're purty to look at.
Trycicar
These are a cheap mode of transport, but I just can't help but think they're missing something...
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