Wuhan Travel Blog› entry 6 of 74 › view all entries
Arriving in Wuhan was everything I’d thought it’d be, and wasn’t at the same time. I was greeted with stares, with interest and curiosity. I was also greeted by run down buildings, dirty streets and a general feeling that nothing had been repaired or tended to in centuries; grit and graffiti left untouched. Oh, and the smell. There is nothing like the smell in China, rather in some spots, and yet it’ss easily overlooked or ignored. I can’t count the times now how I’ve almost been hit by a motorcycle or car, truck or bike. It all started when I first got off the train to Wuhan though. The sound of horns honking day and night is much like a gentle hum now.
We met up with Wei’s cousin Li (Peng Fei) and he helped us with our bags into a large van. The man dropped us off at the apartment complex, handed over two sheets of paper for me and then promptly took his leave. I took a good few minutes to marvel over the studio apartment and the Chinese taste in decoration; to think I was worried about the place I was going to be living in all this time. I asked my childlike questions full of wonder; “Why is there a chunk painted orange? Why are the colours green, orange and yellow so prevalent? What will we do with all this space? Why is the sky blue?”
Once that was all taken care of and my mind happy with the answers I received (the Chinese love bright colours, because it looks good, we’ll fill the space with stuff and because it just is) I took a moment to try out the bed only to discover that it too, like the train cot, was just as hard.
This one is for Fins, my friend, because I know how much she loves the idea of eating fish with their heads still on, or other seafood with big black eyeballs. In other words, prawn in my bowl. I felt silly having to ask how to eat it but luckily for me Ike was more than willing to demonstrate. Basically pick it up near the head with your chopsticks, put the body in your mouth, head and tail sticking out and then proceed to bite down; ripping off the head and tail as you go. Mmmm nothing like crunchy prawn for lunch.
When our dining experience was finished (and I didn’t even drop food on my lap yee!) it was time to head back to the apartment to meet Lena.
Later in the evening came the signing of contracts, a lengthy drive to discover we couldn’t get my medical work done (Yes, China really does make you do it all over again so don’t worry about paying for a medical check back home) and some rest; listening to the rapid speaking of Chinese words and really only picking up a word or two of what they spoke.