Living and Learning

A Very New-York-ish Evening

2012-02-25T19:49:00.004-08:00

Yesterday evening was one of those days when I just have to laugh to myself as I realize where I am. We had a couple of days of workshops for tutors at Operation Exodus (I did one, listened in on others, and worked on followup/ implementation ideas). After the workshops on Friday evening, I headed out with a bunch of the ladies who work at Exodus and attend CCF (the church I’m attending here www.christcrucifiednyc.org/) to go to a concert.

We walked to the subway station, past police officers standing on corners, groups of guys hanging out in barber shops, and people selling produce from folding tables on the sidewalk. As we waited for another girl to meet us, we were standing at the entrance to the subway station, where there are numerous smells, most of them kind of nasty, and one of the girls with us realized that her white jacket had black streaks all over it. “That’ll teach me to wear white when I’m in New York City!”, she commented. Beside us was a pizza place selling pizza by the slice or the pie, and on the other side of us a little bodega (convenience store) selling basically anything you need, though in limited selections and quantities. Streams of people were going past us, sometimes walking right through the middle of our little group. About every 4 minutes, the doors of the elevator coming up from the subway opened and people spilled out, talking on cellphones, text-walking, or with their earphones in. Sometimes w

e even got to hear exactly what they were listening to on their headphones as they walked past.

We finally got on the train, and spent roughly an hour on it, talking, telling stories, grappling with concerns about the kids we work with, and having a great time. The train lurched (often) and I almost fell onto some stranger's lap (only once - after that I hung onto the bars better). Sometimes the subway car would shake and rattle, and we joked about what we'd do if the bottom fell out of the car. Every once in a while, someone would get on the train, and loudly spew off what sounded like a prepared speech about how they are homeless, don’t do drugs or drink alcohol, and need something to eat, so any food or spare change would be appreciated. Everyone avoided their gaze, except for the rare few who would slip them some money or food as they walked through the car. At one point, a group of boys (probably around 13 or 14) got on the train and performed in the centre of the car,

rapping and beatboxing as they took turns dancing (they were pretty good!). After they finished, they walked through the train to collect money from people. I then realized why everyone just ignored them; nobody wanted to give money. After they got off the train, a group of young adults got on and start singing songs in harmony, dancing and clapping. They then walked through the train, saying that they are from a church and are collecting money for churches in South Africa. We talked with one of the ladies for a while, and she handed a card to one of the girls in our group. We looked at it after she left; it was for a young singles group at this church. We laughed a little bit at that. At one of the stops, we were meeting another friend, and we had said for her to wait in the centre of the platform

. As we approached the stop, a bunch of the girls in our group pressed their faces against the glass of the train doors to see if they could see her. When they did, they started pointing, jumping up and down, laughing and going, “There she is!” and yelling her name. It was quite a joyful reunion (though maybe a little more exuberant than strictly necessary). :)

We walked from the subway station to the concert, where we were incredibly late and had to wait outside for tickets to become available. Our friend (and one of the leaders of CCF), Andy Mineo, was performing (he is a Christian rapper www.facebook.com/andymineo). He came out to chat with us, and the group of other people from CCF, and tried to cajole the ticket guys into letting us in. We did get in, just before he was up. It was awesome! Andy not only raps to God’s glory, but he also can’t help but talk about God’s saving work in Jesus Christ, in a way that is very real and with an enthusiasm that is infectious. And, to top it all off, the pastor of CCF, Rich (who is a former rapper), joined Andy for one song. Around us were people from all kinds of neighbourhoods and backgrounds, all really excited about seeing God change the city of New York through his gospel.

Afterwards, after some great fellowship with

CCF people (who take a minimum of an hour to leave any building, because we are so busy talking), I headed home so I’d have enough sleep to be full of energy for Operation Exodus’ Saturday morning program. On the subway ride back to my apartment, I chatted with a couple of teenage boys about snowboarding (they had snowboards on the subway, which is the first

time I’ve seen that). I sat across from a couple that had a huge duffle bag across their laps. About 10 minutes after they sat down, I realized that the duffle bag had mesh sides, and there was a dog in the bag, scratching and pressing his nose against the mesh. I also saw rats running around on the subway tracks while I was waiting to switch trains in one of the stations (I feel that is one essential New York sight - rats in the subway). On my walk back to the apartment from the subway station, I was almost run over by a kid doing wheelies on his bike on the sidewalk, as I tried to dodge everyone else on the sidewalk.

Most of the time it feels very normal to be here in New York, living daily life, although at times it hits me that mine is the only white face in the building, or that I haven’t seen grass for weeks, or that my accent sounds strange to others. When things feel “normal”, sometimes I forget to look around me at people and appreciate them for who they are, or to see the humour in a ridiculous situation. Sometimes I live my life like one of the people on the subway, jaded by constant pleas for money or help, blind to the individuality of each person, forgetting to look for beauty in the midst of concrete and buildings and nasty smells and trash being blown down the street by the winter wind. I am thankful for “New-York-ish” evenings like this one, that remind me that I am in the middle of God’s world and God’s work, and that it is an exciting life!

Gong show night on the DC metro

2012-02-22T19:45:00.001-08:00

I got to spend a weekend in Washington, DC, visiting friends; it was a wonderfully refreshing break!

I had a bit of an adventure Sunday evening in DC. I went to church in the morning with my friend Lynnea and her sister Karlynn, after which we walked around and looked at some things. Then I headed out by myself on the metro to visit my friend Jackie, but on the way, my phone battery died. After borrowing a phone from a stranger on the metro to call Jackie, I met her at the station and we spent the evening at her house, making and eating food African-style (she is Senegalese), which basically means that we took our time and talked a lot, visiting with her parents and siblings as well. Then it was after 11pm, so Jackie and her sister drove me back to the subway station so I could catch the 11:30 train.

I get my ticket, run down the stairs to the platform, and step up the doors of the train... just as the doors close and the train pulls out of the station. I am left standing alone on the platform in the cold, saying out loud, “You have GOT to be kidding me!” I sit down on a very cold marble bench and wait for the next train. And wait. And wait. Shortly before 12, a train pulls up, everyone gets off, and I get on, settle myself in a seat, and wait for it to leave. A voice comes on the intercom, saying “This train is now out of service. All passengers must exit.” So I exit, sitting down again on the marble bench to wait for the next in-service train.

The train guy comes out and asks me if I’m waiting for a train. I reply, yes.

He tells me, “There are no more trains tonight. I’m the last train, and I’m just the employee train, to bring the metro employees home.”

He asks me where I am going, and then says again that there are no trains going there. I am a little shocked and dismayed. I am cold and tired, my feet hurt, and I’m alone in a strange city. My mind starts racing. My phone doesn’t work. I don’t remember exactly how to get back to Jackie’s house, and it is a long walk. Maybe I could remember if I just started walking. I don’t even know if they’d be awake still...

As I’m fighting to not burst into tears, the train guy goes, “Aw, you look like you’re about to cry!”

(Note to men: telling a woman she looks like she is going to cry is a surefire way to ensure that she will burst into tears.)

I reply, “That’s cause I am about to cry.”

The train guy goes, “What are you going to do?”

Me: “I don’t know.” And I start crying, uncontrollable tears streaming down my face as I try desperately to wipe them away and pretend I’m fine, as I turn towards the exit.

Train guy: “Aw, you’re crying. Girl, why you crying? Aw, girl, don’t cry. Aw, you’re crying!”

Me: “Sorry.”

Train guy: “Well, I’m going towards that stop, and maybe I can drop you off, and they might be able to hold the train for you to bring you the rest of the way on the employee train. Just go talk to that guy over there to see if they’ll let me do that.”

I walk over to a little booth, spewing tears all over the place, and knock on the glass. The guy comes out, a quizzical look on his face. I manage to choke out, “I think I missed the last train.” He goes, “Wait here” and gets on the radio. The train guy is peering at me from the open door of the train, waiting to see if he can give me a ride. Finally the booth guy motions for me to get on the train, and I end up sitting alone in the front car of the empty train, as the train guy (I’ll call him Jim) yells to talk to me from the operator compartment at the front. He finally tells me, “Hey, you can come sit up here with me. We’re not supposed to have people up here, but it’s okay.”

So I sit in the front with Jim and he chats at me, as I try to wipe my eyes and stop the flood of tears that insists on continuing.

Snippets of the conversation:

Jim: “Girl, why you still crying? It’s gonna be okay. We’ll get you home.”

Jim: “If you had had any kind of attitude, I would have left your [butt] right there on the platform, and said, nope, not my problem!”

Me: “Well, I’m glad you didn’t.”

Jim: “You look like someone. I know - it’s Sarah Jessica Parker! You know her? Has anyone ever told you that you look like Sarah Jessica Parker?”

Me: “No, probably because I don’t look like her.”

Jim: “Aw, girl, I couldn’t just leave you there... You was cryin’ like that, and you had this look on your face, with those huge eyes, like Puss-in-Boots. You know Puss-in-Boots? The cartoon? Aw, man, I could’t refuse the Puss-in-Boots look!”

Jim: “Where’s your boyfriend? Why isn’t he here?”

Me: “Well, he’s actually in West Africa at the moment.”

Jim: “What, is he like some kind of bleeding heart or something? Like a.. what’s it called, save the... feed the.. you know, like feed the children?”

Me: “He’s a Christian missionary.”

Jim: “Oh, he’s like a crusader or something. So what, you’re a Christian?”

Me: “Yes.”

Jim: “No, you aren’t. Where’s your Bible? If you’re a Christian, where’s you Bible? I don’t see a Bible.”

Me: “It’s in my purse.”

Jim: “No way, it’s not!”

Me: “Yes, it is. See?” I pull out my Bible, which I do ironically have with me, since we went to church that morning.

Jim, looking at my purse-sized Bible, says dismissively, “Oh, well, that’s just a baby Bible.”

Every time we drove by a person on a platform, or an employee, Jim would say, “Duck your head! Duck your head” and I’d have to duck down until we were past, because I was supposed to be sitting in the train car, not the operator compartment.

Jim dropped me off at another station, where another metro employee walked me to the train that they were holding for me. That train brought me to another train, which they also held for me. And that train brought me to my stop by 1:00am.

I walked back to Lynnea’s house (bursting out into chuckles every time I thought of the entire situation), where she and Karlynn were a little concerned about me and relieved that I made it back. I went to bed laughing and woke up laughing.

It was a bit of a gong show of a night.

One thing that I found kind of cool (even in the midst of the tears) was how God provided with perfect timing, bringing the right people into my path at the right times. I had a strong sense that he brought me into contact with Jim at that time for his own reasons, even though I don’t fully know how he is working in Jim’s life or what the outcome will be. God orchestrates all things for his glory and the good of his children, providing his presence each moment. It’s amazing to be following a Lord who walks with us so closely, a Father who knows and loves and provides for his children so richly.

Impressing people with Christ himself

2012-02-10T10:02:00.000-08:00

I found this a little while ago, and thought I'd share it with you. It reflects a lot of what I've been learning about what it means to live as a total follower of Jesus Christ. Please pray this for me as I continue to learn to serve Christ and his church better.

Please pray for me,
that I may have both spiritual and physical strength to perform my duties;
that I may not only speak the truth but become the truth;
that I may not only be called a Christian, but also live like a Christian.
Yet I do not want people to look to me as an example,
for at best I can only be a pale reflection of Christ Jesus;
let people look away from the reflection and turn to the reality.
Christianity is not a matter of persuading people of particular ideas,
but of inviting them to share in the greatness of Christ.
So pray that I may never fall into the trap of impressing people with clever speech,
but instead I may learn to speak with humility,
desiring only to impress people with Christ himself.

- Ignatius of Antioch, 35-108 A. D.

Sneaky learning

2012-02-09T09:56:00.000-08:00

One of the things that I get to do here at Exodus is supporting the high school coordinator, Amy, with the high school program from an educational standpoint. This means that I get to spend a lot of time hanging out with the high school students, observing and getting to know them, as well as doing mini “workshops” with them on various topics. These students are all there of their own will, and part of the challenge of the program is to support them academically while making it so that they want to be there. I think the best way to describe the atmosphere is “organized chaos”. There is a lot of intentional teaching going on, but it is all about sneaking the learning in there in such a way that they don’t fully realize you’re doing it. These students are amazing young people with incredible stories, and it is really cool to see how they are growing and maturing through the support they receive at Exodus.

To give you a little glimpse into what the atmosphere may look like, here is something that happened the other day. There is a young woman in the high school group, who I’ll call J. We are all sitting around a table, playing a game where you have to talk for 30 seconds on a given topic without saying "like" or "um" (heehee... sneaky learning). So J is sitting next to “Billy”, who is being a total pain in the butt. He keeps interrupting everyone with "Like, I, like, ummmm, don't even know... ummmm... ummm...like, ummm... say like!"

J has the patience of a New York City taxi driver, the competitiveness of a New York pigeon who sees bread on the street, and a very honed sense of justice. You can just see her get more and more exasperated with Billy as we go around the circle. So, it gets to her turn to talk, and she needs to answer the question, "What do you hope will happen tomorrow?"

J (in a sort of monotone, slowly paced voice, as she thinks about each word to make sure she doesn't say like or um): "Tomorrow..I... hope that I will...pass... every... pop quiz... that my teachers... decide to give... in... class... and I hope... that I... will...have... a good...time... at ... school and ... I hope.... that I ...will...hit... Billy... in the face..." (She leans over non-chalantly and backhands him across the face) "...oh, wait... that... happened... today, so... it... doesn't...need to... happen... tomorrow."

I had to bite the inside of my lip so hard to keep from laughing!

In New York City!

2012-01-28T12:59:00.000-08:00

Hello from New York City! More details and stories are coming in a little bit. :)

For now, if you did not receive my email update but want to be on my email update list (or thought you were on it) please send me an email (amylou.boonstra@gmail.com) that includes your email address.

Thanks!

Thainglish

2011-12-03T19:38:00.000-08:00

Today I got to sit and chat with a bunch of Thai guys that work on the island where we're staying. Mostly I talked with Sonny, who knows a lot of English, and the other guys listened and laughed. Here is a little taste of what the conversation was like:

Sonny: "You live Canada? Where you live Canada?"

Me: "Calgary."

Sonny: "I know Calgary. No, I no know Calgary. I know lots people come Calgary."

Me: "Calgary. Cowboys. Cows."

Sonny: "You have cow? You cowboy?"

Me: "My family have cows. Me no cowboy."

Sonny: "Oh? How many cow?"

Me: "Ummm, not sure. Maybe two hundred?"

Sonny: "Oh! Many cow. You marry Sonny?" (insert eyebrow waggles and winks here)

Me: "No, I don't think so."

Sonny: "Oh, I just joke. I just joke. I come Canada. I work your farm?"

Me: "You want work with cows?"

Sonny: "Yes, I wash."

Me: "You wash cows?" I start laughing.

Sonny: "Yes, maybe I ride boat across ocean. But very far. I no know way how go."

Me: "Yes, that is very far."

Sonny: "Ummmm, I thinking. I just thinking. Maybe I put propeller on boat. Big propeller same

same like helicopter. I fly boat Canada."

Me: "I look sky for you."

Sonny: "Ocean Canada ocean where? Toronto?"

I draw a map of Canada in the sand with my finger and give Sonny a quick Canadian geography lesson. "Here Toronto. Here Calgary. Here my family farm. Here ocean. Here ocean. Here ocean. Here people. Here no people."

Sonny: "Why here no people?"

Me: "Too cold. Only ice. Snow. Animals. Moose. Bear. People freeze."

Sonny: "I come Canada. I live here. I get animal."

Me: "You no like. You freeze. Bear eat you."

Sonny: "I shoot. I eat."

Me: "You shoot bear? You eat bear?"

Sonny: "Yes. I live Canada. I come boat."

And it goes on as we sit in the sand under a tree, the waves slapping the shore beside us - lots of laughter, lots of Thainglish.

Things I never knew existed before coming to Thailand

2011-11-24T03:39:00.000-08:00

1. Sea lice: you are sitting in the balmy ocean water, basking in the sun, and you feel this acute little sting somewhere on your body. You leap up and swat at it, sure there is some sea creature stuck to your body. But there isn't anything you can see, and there is no welt or anything that forms. So... sea lice aren't so bad.

2. A seawater lagoon surrounded by towering limestone cliffs, where I could actually float (first time in my life!). As I lay on my back in the water, all I could see was a small circle of sky overhead letting in streams of sunlight to illuminate the green water and the brilliant, glistening trees growing up the sides of the cliffs.

3. The hike to get to the lagoon. It was basically freeclimbing over a mountain, up and down (and then up and down again to get back) extremely steep paths with jagged rock jutting out, slimy with mud and water, and red sticky clayish mud that completely coated your body and stuck like greasepaint. It was amazing.

4. Pad thai. This is just basic noodles, fried Thai-style. It's delicious. But it doesn't even stand out compared to Thai curries, chicken with cashew, Thai pancakes, and all sorts of other yummy delights that are mostly mysteries to me.

5. Railay. This is a peninsula that feels like an island because it is only accessible by boat, and has no cars around. There is amazing rock climbing (which I get to try soon!), moi thai (spelling?) fights by locals that attend the local school, very friendly people who aren't trying to constantly sell you things, some incredible hikes (see previous), gorgeous beaches, warm ocean water, and jungle jungle jungle everywhere. And they make good coffee.

6. Random sudden (and short) tropical wind and rain storms. These are fun when you are sitting in a restaurant eating (because all of the restaurants have no walls and the tablecloths start flying around and flinging bits of spilled food into the air, your hair, your drink, etc). These are not so fun when you have just done laundry and hung it on your balcony (because the wind snatches your clothing and carries it far far away to where the monkeys steal it and you never see it again no matter how hard you search).

Highlights of India

2011-11-22T01:25:00.000-08:00

I spent a little less than a week in India, and it was not long enough! My biggest impression of India is: warmth! The weather was balmy, the people so hospitable, the food spicy, and the colours vibrant.

I was incredibly blessed to be able to stay with some wonderful people, relatives of my sister Wendy's dormmate. They made sure that I was cared for, looked after, fed extremely well, understood what I was seeing, knew where to go and how to get there, and generally made certain that my time in India was amazing! I also met many people on the way who made sure that I was safe and felt welcome, often going way out of their way to make sure I was cared for. I was so conscious the entire time I was in India of how close God was, how he provides so beautifully for his people through his people, and how secure I am in his hands.

The highlight of my trip (and the main purpose for it) was visiting the boy I've been sponsoring through Compassion Canada for about 12 years. Suhas is now in his first year of an engineering diploma (the process is a little different in India from Canada), and I was blessed to be able to visit with him, his family, and the staff of the Compassion project he has been attending. It was really evident that God is working in that community, bringing people out of Hinduism to Christ, and also changing their lives through the love of the Christians there. The project has made a huge difference in the community: families are able to get out of poverty through the education of their children and even unjust practices are changing because of the power of Christ in their lives. I left the project the day that I visited, tears welling up in my eyes because my heart was so full of God's goodness. What an encouraging and humbling experience to see how God works all over the world, showing his wisdom and strength through foolish and weak people who live to proclaim his glory!

Signs you've acclimatised to being in China

2011-11-08T01:02:00.000-08:00

You stare at foreigners

You never wait for the green walk sign at street crossings, and sometimes you even cross before the Chinese people

You return to Shanghai (which you thought was CRAZY at the beginning of your trip) and it seems quiet, dead, and very western

It doesn't really phase you anymore to pee in a stinky squatty potty where the door to the stall is a 4-foot high piece of plywood that you prop up in front of you.

When you are four centimetres from being hit by a speeding taxi and jump onto the sidewalk only to miss a bike by about 2 centimetres, you just dodge the bike and keep walking. After all, you didn't actually get hit, so it's not a big deal.

You taste tea and can tell that it is cheap tea.

You don't feel bad bargaining something down to a tenth of its asking price, and you allot at least 30 minutes for buying anything since it requires a lot of bartering. You see other foreigners watching you in amazement and then they jump in after and say, "I'll take one too!" because they think it is such a great price!

You start to be grossed out by western-style toilets, because people actually sit on them. Yuck.

It seems strange to be somewhere and see less than 10 people around you.

Tones in Chinese don't seem like a complete mystery anymore, and you can hear the emotional inflection when they talk. You can also tell the difference (sometimes) between angry shouting and the normal decibel level of Chinese speech.

You become a connaisseur of air quality differences, and seeing a blue sky can make your day.

You freak out when you see food for 30 yuan (about $4.50 Canadian) because it is so incredibly expensive!

The most beautiful sight in China

2011-11-02T05:52:00.000-07:00

We have seen some amazing sights in China. We have seen skyscrapers, ancient imperial palaces, Buddhist temples, immense karst landscapes, rivers and waterfalls winding through cliffs, hills and hills completely covered by rice terraces. What is the most beautiful sight we've seen so far? People. Yes, people. I am realizing that although we have seen some stunning scenery and a lot of beautiful, interesting architecture, what continually surprises me is the beauty of people. China has a lot of them. :) It is so beautiful to see real lives, complete with the messiness of life (especially life in a non-western country) and the complexity of human work and relationships. I think because China is such a densely-populated country, with a more collective culture (rather than an individualistic one), you catch glimpses all the time of life and relationships that you don't get to see often in Canada. As we travel, we drive through small villages and walk down narrow streets. I see a few generations sitting around a little table, playing card games, families working and playing together, old people sitting hunkered down outside buildings in the sun. I see a woman washing laundry in a stream, and another woman washing her hair outside her hut using a plastic bowl. I see men welding an ancient tractor and a middle-aged couple both pulling a motorized bike cart loaded so high with construction supplies that it takes the motor and both of them straining in order for it to move at all. I see children playing games together in a field beside the village, those peculiar and mysterious games that children come up with, squabbling and leaping and making alliances and negotiating. I see people calling to their neighbours, laughing and joking. I see an old man, stooped over, carrying two baskets full of potatoes hanging on the ends of a pole across his shoulders. I see a group of men and women digging a huge ditch, taking turns with the pickaxe and buckets. I see a teenage girl sitting at the front of a small hovel, waving flies off of chili peppers drying in the sun. I see groups of men and women sweeping and bagging up rice that has been drying on a basketball court in the sun, while a little boy plays with his toy backhoe in the pile of rice. I see grandmothers playing with their grandchildren, cooing and glowing at the babies tottering around. And I am so struck by the beauty of human life and relationships, in all its messiness. Landscapes and architecture start to blend together, no matter how impressive, but people are so complex and deeply beautiful that they stir my heart. I want each of these people, these reflections of God's image, to be able to reflect that image more perfectly. I feel twinges of pain and sorrow for those who don't know him, who have never heard the gospel, and I want them to know! I don't want that beauty to be wasted and destroyed, polluted and ruined. I want each person, these deeply marred reflections of God's glory, to be able to see God's beauty and live in his grace in the midst of our messy lives.

Some more lessons I've been learning about surviving (and thriving!) in China

2011-10-31T05:43:00.000-07:00

Public transportation: the subway is crazy and crowded and involves a lot of pushing, shoving, and having people shoved uncomfortably into your armpits while you hold desperately to the overhead bar so you won't fall over when the subway lurches. Tourist buses are way more expensive, more comfortable, more direct, and faster, but much less interesting. Taxis are a bit of a gamble. The guys standing around waiting at the bus and train station and targetting only foreigners are not always your best bet. They say 50 yuan for the ride, and when a helpful Chinese lady talks to them, they drop the prices to 20 yuan. They refuse to use the meter, the reason probably being that the actual taxi fare is 7.5 yuan if you flag down a taxi going by. Although if you don't have exact change, they keep the extra as a tip. Taxis are pretty fast and comfortable; some even have touchscreen tvs on the backs of the seats. Bike taxis or motorbike taxis are really fun, and super-thrilling if you like the feeling of fearing for your life as you weave in and out of traffic (sometimes the wrong way). However, it is necessary to negotiate a fare ahead of time and really stick to it. Local buses are very inexpensive, and very slow, and usually very full. They are loud, smelly, not always in the best mechanical shape, and they stop anywhere someone wants to get on or off (including in the middle of nowhere, apparently). And that ledge at the back of the bus above the luggage compartment isn't supposed to be a seat. That's why it was the only thing empty. The padding is almost non-existent and the leg room is not quite sufficient for anyone over 5'5". Not the most comfortable for those 3 hour bus rides, but definitely interesting - with bus drivers is where you really see some mad driving, dodging, and navigation skills! Local buses are also usually filled with very friendly and helpful people.

"No Smoking" signs: No smoking on buses or in taxis. But if you open the window and dangle your cigarette out, it doesn't count as smoking IN the vehicle. No smoking in most buildings. But the open doorway is totally okay. Sometimes the signs are just there for decoration, so smoke away.

Soft sleeper trains: Try your best to get bunks in the same compartment as a friendly older Chinese couple who keep force-feeding you chicken feet, pickled cabbage, and other delicacies; scold you for carrying around cold water when you should be drinking hot tea; speak no English but insist on speaking with you almost the entire 30 hours through gestures, mad phrasebook and dictionary wordsearches, charades, and pictionary; teach you Chinese phrases (such as various refusals for smoking, drinking, eating, and general use, the words for beautiful, food names, place names...) and quiz you mercilessly at odd times; invite others in the train car to come sit on the bottom beds and join in the fun until it's a loud, laughing, confusion-filled party complete with young Chinese men who ask if we have boyfriends, ask for our email addresses so they can practice English, and say, "I sink you need man" (and then we practice the refusal phrases we learned).

Asking for help: Ask the amazing staff at your hostel to explain things to you, and to write it out in Chinese so you can show questions or place names to Chinese people. If you need help while out somewhere in China, find a friendly-looking Chinese woman in a store or shop. They are amazing! We have had this a whole bunch of times now, where we stop someone and try - with our gestures, simple English words, simple Chinese words, and our phrasebooks - to ask for help. They try super-hard to try understand what we need (even when they understand and speak only a few words of English), and then go WAY out of their way to find out the information we need and lead us to the place we need to go or else negotiate a good fare and give directions to a taxi driver. We have been so incredibly thankful for the many helpful, friendly, selfless, and gracious people we have met on this trip so far!

Squatty potty etiquette: What does it take to pee in China?

2011-10-27T03:54:00.000-07:00

1. If you are under the age of 10, squatty potties are optional. You can just go on the street. If you are a baby, you have a slit in your clothing and your bum sticks out so that it is easier to do your thing.

2. If the Chinese people going in are grimacing and covering their noses, maybe you should find a different bathroom.

3. Do not breathe deeply until well away from the bathroom area.

4. If you can smell the bathrooms before you are able to see them, you should consider finding another washroom. However, maybe you should just suck it up, because you won't find anything better.

5. If it says, "restroom" it doesn't mean toilet. It means a room for resting.

6. Look for toilet paper before entering. It is not ever in the stall, and it is rarely provided. Carry a baggie of TP with you at all times and take out what you need before you enter (so you don't have to put any belongings on any surfaces)

7. Roll up your pant legs. The ground is not exactly spotless.

8. Use the squatty-hole toilets, not the western-style (if there is even a choice). You don't want to sit on those anyways, because people have been squatting above them. If there is a front splash hood, it is a bonus.

9. Choose a stall with a door. If the door latches, all the better. Doors are optional, however. Chinese people don't always require them.

10. Give your bag to a friend to hold outside, or hang it on the hook. If there is no hook (and no friend), find a stall or bathroom with hooks.

11. Make sure nothing precious on you is loose, including things in your pockets. These things tend to fall out. You do NOT want to fish them out of the toilet. You also might not want to keep things that have fallen on the floor, as it isn't usually any cleaner than the toilet.

12. Firmly plant your feet. Grippy shoes are important, as the floor is often slippery.

13. Squat low and do NOT let'er'rip. It splatters.

14. Toilet paper goes in the garbage can provided, not in the toilet. The plumbing is a bit temperamental. Keep this in mind before you automatically throw the TP in the toilet. You might need to fish it out.

15. Flush using your foot. Don't touch anything (especially your feet).

16. Carry antibacterial wipes and hand sanitizer at all times. Soap is not usually provided.

17. Walk away quickly before you breathe again, and rejoice that you had a successful (or disastrous but funny) encounter with a squatty potty!

Living on a Chinese hard-seat train

2011-10-27T03:08:00.000-07:00

There are classes on Chinese trains:

Soft sleeper: bunk beds that have enough space for you to sit up in, with sliding doors to shut the compartment, which is shared by only 4 people.

Hard sleeper: bunk beds that are crammed close together, so you cannot sit up straight in them, with little privacy.

Soft seat: seats with a bit of leg room and a table in front of you.

Hard seat: seats (still padded) that do not recline at all, crammed together with a whole bunch of different people, babies crying, people talking loudly and walking around, people pushing carts through, yelling as they try sell you things, annoying music playing (and an English voice that intermittently says, "Here is some pleasant music to help you have a relax and chill morning"), squatty potties that empty onto the tracks and are absolutely disgusting (which makes sense since people are trying to squat as the train rocks back and forth), people staring openly at you (probably wondering why the rich foreigners couldn't afford better seats), and no heat as the night outside gets close to freezing and the air rushes in through cracks around the windows.
And yet... people are very interesting. It is very interesting to try carry on a conversation in Chinese (because nobody speaks English), to watch people with all manner of sacks and boxes of things headed back to their villages from the big city, to observe families interacting with each other, to share food (sold by vendors at the railway stations) with your seatmates as you grin and nod because you can't communicate in words, and to figure out how to sleep on a straight up-and-down seat by observing people who have probably done it a hundred times.

My advice: the hard seat is great! It is very interesting and it is amazing what you can handle (even when you are a soft westerner). And it cost us the equivalent of about 25 Canadian dollars. However, if the ride is 13 hours through the night, it might not be the most comfortable. I'd say it's an experience that's great to have once in my life! :)

However, when we arrived in Xi'an, we somehow missed the pick-up service from our hostel, and ended up waiting in the cold for a few hours, being buffeted by huge crowds of people, hungry, tired, and freezing, constantly being harassed by people asking for money or trying to sell us things. And my backpack broke. We were not incredibly thrilled.

We got to the hostel, however (took a bike taxi and then ended up walking pretty far still), and had really long hot showers that were AMAZING and a great little breakfast (complete with free coffee!). We laughed really hard about our ridiculous morning once we felt human again. Today we wandered around the walled city centre of Xi'an, through the Muslim quarter (and a very lively and completely packed street market, which was a very cool experience!). It was quite a different experience from any we've had so far in China! We're looking forward to seeing the Terracotta Warriors and some Emporer's tomb tomorrow, and then biking around the wall of the city the day after before we leave Xi'an for Guilin.

Chillin' in Beijing

2011-10-25T18:00:00.000-07:00

Rachel and I have spent the last 4.5 days in Beijing, and it has been a great experience, filled with new and interesting things to do and observe. We arrived here on the bullet train from Shanghai. This train is super-fast, going 290-308 km/hr the entire way here. It only took 5 hours, and the ride is incredibly smooth. We could place our water on the ledge beside us, and the water would barely even ripple.

When we arrived, we took the subway towards Tiananmen Square (and were incredibly glad that we before we came we bought an English-language map of Beijing that included a subway map). The subway was completely packed, with people rushing for the doors the moment the train opened, and we were carrying all our stuff, completely loaded down, taking up the space of about 3 people each. We didn't even fit onto one of the trains, and had to wait for the next one.

When we got to the area we were going for, we got out of the subway and looked around. We couldn't see very far, because the smog was so thick. We got out our map and started walking towards where it said our hostel was. Unfortunately, we didn't use the compass to make sure we were heading the right direction, and we walked for about half an hour in the wrong direction. We then met an Australian couple who were in a similar situation, and were just booking it along. They took a good look at our map to see where they wanted to go, and said, "Well, we'll just crack on then!" Rachel and I thought that was a funny phrase and have been using it ever since! We ended up figuring out the direction, and walking through some smaller streets to get there, which was way more interesting than the main thoroughfares anyways. We kept walking... and walking... and walking.... Our feet hurt like crazy, our shoulders and backs were sweaty and sore, and our heads hurt from breathing the smog while trying to walk quickly carrying a donkey-load of stuff. We began to question whether we really needed to bring along all our gear. :)

We were accosted by a man with a bike cart, offering to drive us different places. We showed him the Chinese characters for our hostel's address, and he nodded. Rachel was a little hesitant about getting in the guy's bike cart, but I thought that even if he brought us to the wrong place, it would be an interesting experience, and a chance to rest our feet. So he started the little motor on his bike, and cruised down the street with us behind him, cringing as he dodged cars, pedestrians, and other bike carts. He dropped us off right in front of our hostel, and we were incredibly glad. He totally overcharged us for the ride (which we have since figured out requires some good bartering ahead of time), but we were so glad not to have to walk and get lost with all our stuff, that we just paid him and went to our hostel.

Our hostel is in one of Beijing's hutongs, which are these little windy, narrow-streeted courtyard type of houses. There are stairs, balconies, courtyards, and tiny alleyways all over throughout the hostel, and it is quite nice, in a great location. The staff is great and try their best to help with everything, including helping us write questions out in Chinese so that we can do things like book train tickets.

The evening we got here, we went for a walk in the neighbourhood, and everyone was out, just walking around or in little shops, talking and laughing and visiting. It was great! We watched what a lot of the locals seemed to be eating, and tried a few things. My favourite so far is this yogurt drink that comes in an earthenware jar, with paper across the top tightened by an elastic. You pop a straw into it and drink it in front of the shop, so that you can return the jar when you have finished. It costs the equivalent of $0.48 Canadian, which is a little expensive for food, but it is so worth it as a treat! I also wanted to try this snack that many people had, skewered hawthorn berries covered with honey, so I approached a guy with a cart selling them, and gestured that I wanted one. He offered me two, and I had a really hard time making it clear that I only wanted one, and I wasn't going to pay more than 2 yuan for it. We kept going back and forth, trying to communicate with gestures, and as we did, a whole crowd of people gathered, laughing and shouting at the man, and pointing at me. It was a huge, noisy, hilarious gong show. Finally a girl who spoke English asked me what exactly I wanted, and translated it to the guy, and he sold me the skewer, as everyone laughed. The girl introduced us to an older lady with her, and said, "This is my auntie. It is her first time in Beijing. She wants take picture with you." We agreed, and the girl took a picture of us together - actually about 5 pictures, and about 7 other people took pictures as well. Then some random guys tried to get in the pictures, and I shooed them away, and everyone laughed a lot. We laughed a lot too, and were glad to have provided some entertainment to the Chinese tourists visiting Tiananmen Square!

Saturday we went to Tiananmen Square, which is huge, ugly, and completely filled with people from all over China, many of whom have apparently never seen foreigners before and are constantly asking (through broken English or more commonly Chinese with gestures) if they could take photos with us. You have to go through security to get into the square, and there are police and soldiers everywhere. We also went into the Memorial Hall, where Chairman Mao's preserved body is on display. It was interesting as a glimpse into how many Chinese view their government and history. The sense of awe, almost like a pilgrimage, was evident in many of their faces and gestures. The smog, however, was so bad that we could barely see 500 metres in front of us, and we had to walk slowly so that we wouldn't be completely gasping for breath. We saw a guy wearing a full-out gas mask.

On Sunday, it was a rainy, freezing, blustery day. We made our way to Haidian church, which is one of the registered Chinese churches. It was an English service, but most people there were Chinese. It was really neat, singing our hearts out (most songs were familar) and listening to a simple, Biblical exposition of Ruth's story of leaving her family and people to follow Naomi and Naomi's God. We met afterwards with a family from Calgary who is now there leading a Bible study, and they also introduced us to some Chinese believers, who we got to talk with. We had lunch together with them, and it was an amazing, encouraging experience. There were other small groups in the public cafeteria where we were, their Bibles open in front of them, conducting Bible studies openly. One Chinese lady we talked with had chosen the English name, "Faith" years ago, long before she became a Christian.We heard from a Chinese believer that the unofficial estimate is that one in every 10 Chinese is a Christian, and that people are hungry for the gospel and for Biblical teaching and training. The government does not interfere in terms of doctrine; they are more concerned about political instability that is caused by large groups meeting together without government monitoring. But families will often put enormous pressure on Christians to turn away from faith. It was really interesting and encouraging to have these conversations with Chinese believers and expatriate believers living in China, to discuss what God is doing here and how his hand is evident. It was definitely the highlight so far of our time in China!

Monday, we visited the imperial palace museum (more commonly called the Forbidden City) and the Summer Palace. The Imperial Palace was in the centre of Beijing and is full of buildings, parks, and temples. The Summer Palace is in the far north of Beijing. It is where the Imperial families would go for the summer months, and has many absolutely breathtaking walks over hills and beside a huge lake. Both places were absolutely gorgeous, though also saddening in some ways. We could see how absolute power (in any country) leads to excess and the abuse of power and wealth.

Tuesday (today) we took a bus to the Great Wall. It is incredibly massive! It was a beautiful fall day, a little chilly out but sunny, and there was barely any smog at all so we could see the blue sky. The Wall winds up and down over rugged mountains, and the leaves of the trees covering them have all changed to orange, red, and yellow with the cooler weather, making for a breath-taking sight. Another thing that takes your breath is the climbing. When they say that you "climb" the Great Wall, they are not kidding one bit. You are walking up and down mountain ranges, basically, and there are different-sized, narrow stone steps everywhere, constantly going up and down. It was a really neat experience! (One more thing checked off my "to do before I die" list!)

Tomorrow we head out to Xi'an, which is roughly a 13 hour train ride from Beijing. When we went to book the train tickets, there were only hard seat tickets left (basically the peasant seating) so it will probably be a long, stinky, noisy, uncomfortable, people-filled, ridiculous experience. I think it'll be a really interesting adventure and make for some interesting stories! :) We're both pretty ready to be out of cities and into the more rural areas of China, doing some bike rides and exploring, and practicing our Chinese phrases some more.

Shanghai

2011-10-21T03:21:00.000-07:00

First of all, let me try to describe to you what it is like to be in a taxi driving through Shanghai. After you flag down the driver, and show him/her the directions (written in Chinese characters), he pulls out into traffic. This involves a lot of honking - both from the taxi driver and the people already on the road, and possibly a couple of bikes/ motorbikes dodging around the taxi, coming within a couple of inches. This is where it gets crazy. I have tried to find some method to the madness, and I think it may be starting to make sense. Here is what I have figured out.
Shanghai rules of the road (as far as I can tell)
1. The lines are only rough starting points. Merging is a continual process - merging back and forth into different lanes, possibly sharing the lane with half another vehicle beside you, and honking when they come close to nicking your vehicels. When lanes end, drivers may want to start to think about merging. However, they may not want to merge quite yet, and instead wait until the car is basically scraping the wall beside them. You may even find it necessary to drive in the opposite lane, against the opposing traffic.
2. Pedestrians do not have the right of way. You will have to dodge cars, trucks, motorbikes, and bicycles to cross a street. They will not slow down. If there is a green pedestrian crossing signal, you are less likely to have to battle cars and trucks for road space, though you will still need to manoever around bikes and motorbikes.
3. Don't make eye contact. If you acknowledge that you have seen the other car/truck/bus/bike/moped/pedestrian, you show your weakness. They will then definitely go first.
4. Honking is necessary and just basically a lot of fun. If someone is starting to drift towards your lane, your driver honks. If your driver wants to go somewhere and there is someone already there, he honks. Then the other car honks back. If there is a bike or motorcycle beside the car, the driver honks. When the driver is trying to turn and about 50 bicycles and motorcycles and mopeds are going straight through the intersection, he honks as he dodges them.
5. Seatbelts in taxis are not compulsory. In fact, most don't have seatbelts. Hang on.
6. Helmets and safety clothing are not required, but a poncho is. People are biking wearing sandals, and ripping through on their motorcycles/ mopeds/ bikes without helmets, sometimes with children perched on their laps. They also all have these fun ponchos that go over the front of the moped; when it rains, everyone looks the same.
7. Don't stick cameras, hands, arms, or any limbs out the windows. They may be detached, squashed or otherwise maimed by the vehicles beside you or whizzing past you.
8. Sidewalks are not safe. Watch out for cars, motorcycles, and bikes. The good news is that the city planners have taken this into account. Therefore, there are speed bumps on the sidewalks.
9. Don't hit anyone. We saw only one accident in Shanghai, where one guy pointed to the fender hanging off his moped as he yelled and gestured at another guy. There were about 4 policemen standing around them. We just kept walking...
Other highlights of our time in Shanghai:
-Being met by my friend Kelly, who did everything she could to ensure that we would be safe and comfortable, including setting us up with a Chinese cell phone (complete with random Chinese text messages that I keep getting), helping us book rooms and tickets, writing out necessary words in Chinese characters, and together with her husband taking us out for some authentic (and VERY delicious) Chinese food.
-Looking at the map, and deciding that we could walk to the tourist area of Shanghai... it didn't look that far. After walking for about 4km and not recognizing anything on our map, we hailed a taxi and showed the driver the Chinese characters for where we wanted to go. Turns out we read the map totally wrong, and were a good 25 minute drive away. Oops.
-Getting to the area we wanted to be, and trying to figure out why the map was completely backwards to the way the river actually curved, checking the compass again to make sure we were facing the right way. And then, I realized that north was the red arrow, not the black one. Oops.
-Walking along the river and being accosted by Chinese guys asking to take pictures with us.
-Wandering through narrow alleys, full of laundry hanging across to dry, people sitting on their steps chatting, things stored against the walls,and tiny hole-in-the-wall kitchens selling noodle soups.
-Finding memorable things to get our bearings: "Oh, that's where the little boy was taking a pee by the bikes", "isn't that the sketchy alley?", "There's the Apple store where everyone was lined up to get the iPhone4", "I know where we are - that's the chicken feet store!"
-Going up to the top of the World Financial Centre (it's REALLY high!) and seeing all of Shanghai beneath our feet (through glass...so freaky!)
-Learning to say, "You're welcome" in Chinese (after asking about 5 different people how to say it and then promptly forgetting it), walking down the street saying it to each other to practice, and using it whenever we could.
-Teaching a Chinese lady to say, "teeth-th-th-th-th" instead of "teesh" by sticking my tongue out. We both were laughing a lot.
-Eating mystery food at a little place on the side of the road, where a lot of Chinese people were eating. It tasted good, though. :) And not getting sick - even better!

The way to spend a life

2011-10-19T16:30:00.000-07:00

I had expected that when the school year started and I wasn't back teaching, I would find it strange, like something was missing. However, to my surprise, when the school year started and I was still working at Kayben Farms, it did not seem strange or disconcerting at all. I was completely certain that I am doing exactly what God has led me to do. As much as I enjoy my students and fellow staff, and as much as I love teaching itself, I felt completely satisfied in where I am, not knowing exactly where God is leading me or what he is doing in me, but trusting that it is going to be amazing!
Working at Kayben was great, getting to work with my hands and stay with a wonderful family from my church. At the beginning of October, I started out on my wanderings. In the past two and a half weeks, I've been in Lacombe and Langley, visiting my sisters Lisa and Wendy; in Escondido, California, visiting my friends Norman and Rosanna and checking out some classes at Westminster Seminary; Bozeman, Montana, for the wedding of friends Monique and Barry; and Lynden, Washington, catching up with good friends from church. It has been cool to see God starting to show me a lot about who he is and how I fit into what he is doing in the world already now.
When I was visiting in Escondido, I got to meet some really great people that attend the seminary. I was talking with Bob, who has a strong sense of calling toward overseas missions, and asked him where that came from. He talked about how God changed his priorities when he became a Christian, leading him to question what to do with his life now that he was living for God. He heard from a couple of missionaries, and was struck by their stories, and thought, "That's the way to spend a life!"
The reason I tell about this particular conversation is that it brought together a lot of things that God has been teaching me. I have been learning bits about who God is and what he is doing, and who I am, but it hadn't been making a lot of sense how it all fits together. I have been seeing how huge and beyond our comprehension God is, and how the entire universe is created for his glory, and how giving him glory is such a meaningful, rich, full existence. I have been realizing how much the relativism and idolatry in western culture has crept into my Christianity, and seeing that God's truth is such a beautiful, loving thing to share. I have felt the weight of my own sin and all-pervasive unworthiness, and the overwhelming wonder of what Jesus Christ has done for me. I have sensed a subtle shift in my attitude and priorities, where I want nothing in life other than to live full out for God's glory, and invite others to see him for who he is. I have been experiencing how - in all my weakness, lack of trust, and inability to be good enough - God's grace in Christ is so powerful, and his peace grounds and secures me. I have been learning to let go of some of my own self-reliance and the fear that comes with that - the fear of being inadequate or messing up - because Christ's love becomes bigger in my perspective, crowding out my fear. I feel sorrow for those who are not right with God through Christ, and feel a stirring to share the gospel out of love rather than duty.
So, I continue to learn and to listen for God's voice and see him more clearly through Christ. I am excited to see how he continues to make the pieces fall together, making it more clear how I get to be part of what he is doing. For now, I am starting to feel more of a nudging from God, maybe towards long-term cross-cultural missions, though I am still waiting for him to lead me wherever he wants me. All I know for now is that when I read Isaiah 6, I see it more clearly, because I am seeing it played out in my own life. Isaiah is completely undone by a glimpse of the all-comsuming glory of the holy God, realizing his utter inadequacy and how even the best of him is unclean. I'm starting to get why he responds to God's incomprehensible grace in forgiving and in inviting him into the work God is doing, how he can't do anything but cry out, "Here I am! Send me!".
And the more I look at it, the more I think, "That's the way to spend a life!

Little Moments Like That

2011-09-20T20:50:00.000-07:00

Let me describe to you the soap opera that I find myself witnessing daily... in the animal pen at Kayben Farms. I would like to introduce you to the main characters:

Fern (the mother goat) and her son Alfie: Fern has horns, and she does not hesitate to use them. Alfie tries to follow in his mothers’ footsteps, but he lacks the weight, ferocity, and long horns. Fern is also fat, and Alfie is getting there.

Wilbur, the pig: He is fat and growing quickly, and he thinks that he is entitled to anything edible or semi-edible that exists in the world (though he is quite cheerful about it!).

Molly, the sheep: Molly is at the bottom of the pecking order but seems to be almost oblivious to the fact, as long as she can find food somewhere. Which she apparently does, because she is one FAT sheep.

Daisy, the cow, and her calf (I don’t know his name): Daisy is a very round, very cheerful cow who gets kicked around a lot (literally) by the horses. Daisy’s calf is learning to head-butt like his mother.

The horses (I don’t remember their names and it doesn’t matter, because I just call them “Putz” and “Putz”): They have attitudes, and try to get away with everything they can in order to get more food. They are also very fat. Putz the male is slightly bigger and meaner than Putz the female. He gets first dibs on food and won’t hesitate to bite her if she’s also eating in his area.

Minor Characters:

The chickens: they don’t really have any observable personality.

The ducks: they are very fat and very happy, and go wherever they feel like going (inside or outside of the fence). They love frolicking in dirty water, and waggle their tails and waddle quickly and honk loudly every time they see some.

The weasel: He/she is much bolder than any weasel should be. And sneaky.

The bunnies: They should be called “Houdini 1, Houdini 2, Houdini 3, and The-One-That-Got-Away”

Pilot Episode: I arrive at Kayben Farms, and open the gate to let in the Putzes and Daisy and her calf from the pasture. The Putzes come in right away, but Daisy is in the back of the field. I fill a bucket with oats and walk out towards her, calling, “Kaaaaa-baaas!” (which is how we called the cows when I was a kid). She doesn’t respond to the calling, but when I shake the bucket of food, she perks up. She starts to run towards me, jumping and dancing around, her round belly swaying back and forth. She picks up speed as she gets closer and I picture myself flattened under a 1500-lb dancing, cavorting beef cow. I duck behind a tree. She runs past me, slows down, and turns back towards me, head-butting the pail and trying to block me from moving by walking in circles around me. I lead her (by walking basically in circles as she pushes me), holding the pail up high above my head so she can’t reach it, until she gets into the pen, when I give her the feed and she happily ignores me and scarfs it down. The next morning, all I do is stand by the gate, shake the pail, and here comes the happy, dancing cow!

Episode 1: Fern and Alfie are separated from Wilbur and Molly by a double-layered chicken-wire fence. Fern regularly places her front feet on the top of the fence in order to endear herself to visiting children, so that they will feed her food. Alfie is learning to mimic his mother, but if people try to feed him, she butts him out of the way and gets the food himself. He is reduced to nursing - when she lets him. Wilbur and Molly are the best of friends as long as there are two separate piles of food. If Molly is eating something that Wilbur wants, he bites her in the bum. Wilbur spends his time happily digging holes wherever he can and chewing on whatever he finds. The bunnies, who are in a smaller rabbit run inside Molly and Wilbur’s pen, hop around in circles and do nothing interesting.

Episode 2: Fern somehow squeezes through the fence (and it is a mystery how she accomplishes this, because she is SO fat!) and gets into Molly and Wilbur’s pen. Fern chases both Wilbur and Molly away from all the food every time I come and feed them, and they go running and squealing around the pen. There is now a huge competition for food. When I go into the feed shed to get their feed (and close the door so they don't make a huge mess of things), all four (Fern, Alfie, Molly, and Wilbur) jump up against the door and windows and bleat/ squeal as if I were killing them. As soon as I come out with the pails of feed, Fern jumps up on me, and puts her front feet on my back and shoulders to try get at the pails of food, and the sheep butts me, and the pig runs into my legs, leaving muddy streaks all over me. Plus the chickens and ducks have figured out that it's a bit more of a competition, so they run all over the place underfoot, cackling and crowing and quacking. And the rabbits run in circles inside their enclosure - maybe eager for food, maybe just really freaked out. Every time I go in there, it is a noisy gong show, with animals chasing each other all over the place, squealing, baa-ing, bleating, quacking, and cackling. I tell them that they are putzes and I would like to eat them all.

Episode 3: As I go to feed the animals one day, Fern, still thinking she can bully me, rushes through the door to get at the feed bins. I plant myself between her and the feed and say (picture drama-queen attitude here), “Oh? You think so, eh?”. Yes, I actually say this out loud. To a goat. I turn her towards the door, and standing behind her, grab her by the horns and push her towards the opening. She plants her feet and refuses to move. I give her a good knee in the butt that sends her flying out the door. I slam the door and brush off my hands, satisfied. When I come out of the shed, Fern is head-butting the feed trough, spilling animal feed all over the pen. As I watch, she starts chasing and head-butting all the other animals, for no reason at all. She is having a temper tantrum! I decide that I have a personality clash with Fern.

Episode 4: I arrive at the animals’ pen one morning to find that there are no bunnies in the rabbit run. I inspect the cage, and find no holes or anything. I have no idea how they escaped. I don’t see them anywhere, and figure they’ll either turn up later or they’ve already been eaten by something. Meanwhile, the horses have decided that the cows are not worthy of eating from the same area. Putz the male kicks Putz the female if she eats “his” food, and Putz the female runs at Daisy and kicks her if she tries to eat the “horse” food. Daisy is so hungry (or at least thinks she’s hungry) that she head-butts her calf if he tries to eat “her” food. I start making four piles of food for them.

Episode 5: I am emptying the kiddie-pool with the dirty duck water in it, and apparently not thinking very well. It starts heading straight for the animal feed, and I think, “oh, great, now these spoiled, entitled animals will refuse to eat this food because it got wet. Shoot! Why didn’t I think before I emptied this?” And then, to my surprise, the water completely disappears - the entire kiddie pool full! - down a hole in the ground. And I think, “Haha... sucker! That’ll teach that gopher to dig a hole here! Apparently he wasn’t the brightest bulb in the box.” Later that day, as I am boxing up black currants, I catch movement out of the corner of my eye. I turn slowly, and see a twitching nose. A mouse? A rat? One of the escaped bunnies? No... it comes out from behind the weigh scale, a long, lean body; crafty, inquisitive eyes; tan-coloured markings; quick movements; a rodent-like face... It comes towards me, probably 4 feet away, and I don’t move. I’m trying to figure out what it is, and why it is so bold. It looks at me, wiggles its nose, and runs away. It is a weasel. I begin to think that hole in the animal pen was not caused by a gopher after all. I also begin to think that I will never see the bunnies again.

Episode 6: Three of the bunnies reappear. One of them does not; he must have gone on to better things. Apparently the bunnies are safe within the pen, because Fern attacks any intruders. My attitude towards Fern starts to improve. To be continued...

This is for real...

2011-08-28T20:03:00.000-07:00

I am officially homeless! I have moved out of my place in Calgary, and am house-sitting in Okotoks until I leave on my adventures. For my friends and family who aren't quite sure what I'm up to, here is the short version:

October 2011 - visit some friends, and then head out to Asia. I'll be in China for 3 weeks, visiting my friend Kelly and touring around together with Rachel from Calgary. Then I go to India for almost a week, to visit my sponsored child. From there I fly to Thailand, where I'll be doing a 3-week trip with Free and Easy Travel.

December - I go back to visit my family in Telkwa, and enjoy Christmas in beautiful northern BC.

January to June 2012 - I'm doing an internship (through Mission to the World, PCA) with Operation Exodus Inner City (www.operationexodus.org), an educational ministry in Washington Heights, New York. Their mission is to "promote personal growth, high educational achievement, and leadership to under served children, with an emphasis on the Latino community in Washington Heights, through quality out-of-school education, caring mentoring relationship, school placement and parent workshops." (from their website)

I will be sending out more information about my internship in the next week or so, and I'll be making up an email distribution list so that you can receive my updates. So if you want to be included in this, feel free to send me your email address!